House of the Rising Sun (Judith's Version)
House Of The Rising Sun (Judith’s Ver.)
There
is a house in New Orleans
It’s called
the Rising Sun
It’s
been the ruin of many a poor girl,
And me,
oh no, I’m one
My
mother was a warrior
She
tamed my wild sharp teeth
An’ my
father, damn, they called him a spy
From
the streets of New Orleans
Now the
only thing that’s left for me
Is to up and leave my home
‘Cause
the only ways I’m satisfied
Oh, I’m
ruined when they’re done
If I’d
listened to my mother
I’d be
at home today
But
I’ve been young and foolish
And now
I’ve gone astray
I got
one foot on the platform
The
other on the train
I’m
going back to New Orleans
To wear
my ball and chain
My
freedom days are over
My race
is almost run
It’s
time I got to leaving here
For the
House of the Rising Sun
Ah,
mothers, tell your daughters
Not to
do as I have done
Spend
your lives in shame and misery
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