Rising Sun Blues-Doc Watson

[00:07.21]There is a house down in New Orleans [00:14.09]They call the Rising Sun [00:20.55]And many poor boy to distrust she has gone [00:27.69]And me, oh God, for one [00:37.16]Just fill the glasses up to the brim [00:43.57]Let the drinks go merrily around [00:50.65]We'll drink to the health of a rounder poor boy [00:57.52]Who goes from town to town [01:04.34]The only thing that a rounder needs [01:11.06]Is a suitcase and a trunk [01:17.68]And the only time he's satisfied [01:24.95]Is when he's on a drunk [01:59.29]Now boys, don't believe what a girl tells you [02:05.97]Though her eyes be blue or brown [02:12.99]Unless she's on some scaffold high [02:19.55]Saying, "Boys, I can't come down" [02:26.72]I'm going back, back to New Orleans [02:33.40]For my race is nearly run [02:40.27]Gonna spend the rest of my wicked life [02:47.39]Beneath that Rising Sun