Rising Sun Blues-Doc Watson/Clarence Ashley

[00:07.39]There is a house down in New Orleans [00:14.28]They call the Rising Sun [00:20.94]And many poor boy to distrut she has gone [00:27.71]And me, oh God, for one [00:37.19]Just fill the glasses to the brim [00:43.40]Let the drinks go merrily around [00:50.03]And we'll drink to the health of a rounder poor boy [00:56.99]Who goes from town to town [01:04.43]The only thing that a rounder needs [01:10.79]Is a suitcase and a trunk [01:17.64]And the only time he's satisfied [01:24.55]Is when he's on a drunk [01:58.58]Now boys, don't believe what a girl tells you [02:05.65]Though her eyes be blue or brown [02:12.71]Unless she's on some scaffold high [02:19.63]Saying, "Boys, I can't come down" [02:26.76]I'm going back, back to New Orleans [02:33.61]For my race is nearly run [02:40.44]Gonna spend the rest of my wicked life [02:47.32]Beneath that Rising Sun