Rising Sun Blues

Rising Sun Blues - Doc Watson/Merle Watson

There is a house down in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin of a many poor boy

And me oh God for one

Go tell my youngest brother for me

Not to do the things I've done

But to shun that house down in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

The only thing that a rounder needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time he's satisfied

Is when he's on a drunk

Then fill the glasses to the brim

Let the drinks go merrily around

And we'll drink to the health of

A rounder poor boy

Who goes from town to town

Now boys don't believe what a girl tells you

Though her eyes be blue or brown

Unless she's on some scaffold high

Saying "Boys I can't come down"

The things be back house down in New Orleans

To my race is nearly run

And the only time

Is when he's on a drunk

Beneath that Rising Sun