GOLDEN ROCK DUST IN THE WIND LYRICS
There is a house in New Orleans, they call the "Rising Sun",
and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,
and God, I know, I'm one.
My mother was a tailor, she sewed my new blue jeans,
my father was a gambling man,
down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler needs,
is a suitcase and chum
and the only time, he'll be satisfied, is when
he's on a drum.
Oh mother, tell your children,
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery,
In the "House of the Rising Sun"
Well, now one foot on the platform,
The other foot on the train,
I'm going back to New Orleans,
To wear that ball and chain.
Well, there is a house in New Orleans,
They call the "Rising Sun",
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,
And God, I know, I'm one.
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