Dadadadadada If I'm not here for me Look how you found me A piece of me ain't there 'Cause nothing can compare To life when I was young That girl inside me stays She will be there Messages from her

Get ready Marie, get ready Marie Get ready for dreams to come true Get ready Marie, get ready for me There’s so many things we can do She was a pretty good looking young girl And she kissed me in such a way But to get anything, she said show me the ring

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

Could this be love That I hear calling There was a young girl Ridin' on the wind She had all of the answers Didn't need to pretend I remember - she was the only friend I ever needed Now I wonder