And we are far from home, but we're so happy Far from home, all alone, but we're so happy We came here on his back And we caught your eye The salty ocean wind Made the seagulls cry The rocking of his house Had me holding on But I knew that I was safe

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

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

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

And so I can't keep this up I have had enough 'cause you can count me out Well I'm up and I don't know why But I guess that's all that counts Looking 'round as I'm holding my head And I'm in somebody's house The sun it hits like a punch in the face With

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

Somebody had to set a bad example Teach all the prim and propers what not to do Nobody around here wants to ramble What the hell, that's what I was born to do Those swanky big brick houses don't amuse me I live in a trailer but I drive a Cadillac I ain't