There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh, God, I'm one If I had listened to what my mother said, I`d have been at home today, But I was young and foolish, oh, God Let a rambler lead me

He walks away, The sun goes down, He takes the day but I'm grown, And it's okay, My tears dry on their own, In this blue shade, So we are history, My deep shade, All I can ever be to you,

I couldn't resist him His eyes were like yours His hair was exactly the shade of brown He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell It was dark and I was lying down You are everything he means nothing to me I can't even remember his name Why're you so

Cigarette smoker, I'm sorry But we're all unsure how much you've had But we think that you outta maybe not have anymore Sat at the side of the pool at one of your houses With wet white trousers on And worlds collide as the evening continues, the dignity

Aw naw, somebody just bought a Aw naw, it would be so wrong Yeah, I think I'm gonna leave I just had that one drink And we've all gotta be up early Boys, we oughta shut her down Just take it to the house Before anybody starts getting crazy So I started

I've been living with the Bear In a big house full of blues Going back through the years Hear any record you choose The sun is shining down And the Bear is rolling in the shade Everybody is gonna boogie Blues roll night and day Turn on all of the people

I couldn't resist him His eyes were like yours His hair was exactly the shade of brown He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell It was dark and I was lying down You are everything he means nothing to me I can't even remember his name Why're you so

I can feel it on your mind C'mon, you're talking about it around the house C'mon, uh, baby I love to hear your mouth We've had a conversation, but you know that's just a fraction What you wanna say about me Is I'm all talk, and no action C'mon, you hear

I woke up from a deep sleep I must have had a nightmare But I really cannot remember My heart was beating out of my chest And I was cold, I must of let the window crack Funny september and the winter's coming back The house is unusually quiet and I'm

I call it house work 'Cause it's life work (Whatcha, whatcha gon' do?) I'mma throw shapes Feelin' the base to my feet hurt But I'm gon' throw shade if I don't get paid for this house work Would you come along And to leave I'm working Every weekend