HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN ERIK GRONWALL DEEP DIVE by LADY CAT REACTS

Описание: "The House of the Rising Sun" is a traditional folk song that tells the dark story of a person's life going wrong in the city. The song is sometimes called "Rising Sun Blues".

CREDITS
Artist: Erik Grönwall
All instruments by: Jona Tee
Original artist: Traditional (Popularized by The Animals)
Producer: Jona Tee
Mixed and Mastered by: Jona Tee
Video: Jakob Jakobsson Blom
Location: https://stationshusetiknivsta.se/
Thanks to Stockholm Syndrome Film for the inspiration.

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House of the Rising Sun by Georgia Turner

There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun,
It’s been the ruin of many poor girl, and me, O God, for one.
If I had listened what mama said, I’d’a’ bee at home today,
being so young and foolish, poor boy, let a rambler lead me astray.
Go tell my baby sister never to do like I have done,
To shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun.
My mother she’s a tailor, she sold those new blue jeans,
My sweetheart, he’s a drunkard, Lord, Lord, drinks down in New Orleans.
The only thing a drunkard needs is a suitcase and a trunk.
The only time he’s satisfied is when he’s on a drunk
Fills his glasses to the brim, passes them around.
The only pleasure he gets out of life is hoboin’ from town to town.
One foot is on the platform and the other on on the train,
I’m going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain.
Going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run,
Going back to spend the rest of my life beneath that Rising Sun