a-goin' back to New Orleans My race is almost run I'm goin' back to end my life Down in the Risin' Sun There is a house in New Orleans They call the Risin' Sun
and I'm alive A quiet afternoon, an empty house On the edge of your bed you slip off your blouse The room is burning with the noon sun Your bittersweet
girl I used to pee in the bed Rain, rain, rain go away Let the sun come out an' all the children say Rain, rain, rain go away Let the sun come out an
't nothin' so depressin' As tryin' to satisfy this woman of mine I got up this mornin' Saw the risin' sun return Well, I got up this mornin' Seen the risin' sun
my life In the house of the Risin' Sun. In the house of the Risin' Sun. In the house of the Risin' Sun. In the house of the Risin' Sun. The Risin' Sun, the Risin
it Might just stick it between your legs I like my ass sunny side up I like my ass sun is risin' On top real fast she'd be ridin' Burnin' house down like
in every verse I always hit the apple when I'm going to shoot So you can call me William Tell or Agent Cooper to boot Mr. Mojo Risin' on the case again
heard about the lady from the six What you do know won't hurt you in the long run What you do know that I keep 'em risin' like the sun, ask crunchy blac
you'll sit down in that chair, right there, and let me show you how its done." Fire on the moun, run boys, run. The devil's in the house of the risin' sun
pee in the bed [Interlude: Choir] Rain, rain, rain go away Let the sun come out and all the children say Rain, rain, rain go away Let the sun come out
call it the risin' sun And it's been the ruin Of many poor girl, And me, oh god, I'm one. There is a house in new orleans, They call it the risin' sun
Chorus I've got a grovve going on with you Can't stay away from whatever you do Yes, I am back in the groove with you it's like the sun risin' up no
The breakfast is all laid out Waiting on you to arrive The sun just risin' And going down again Deeper, deeper Or piece me together again Deeper, deeper
There is a house in New Orleans They call the Risin' Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy. And God, I know I'm one. My mother was a tailor.
it might just stick it between your legs i like my ass sunny side up i like my ass sun is risin' on top real fast she'd be ridin' burnin' house down like
tone as soft as the snow outside an "Mr. Garfield" with a bitin touch as hard as the stovepipe on the inside- An Dave singin "House a the Risin Sun"