Roscoe Holcomb - The Rising Sun

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[Verse 1] Away on down in old New Orleans Towards the rising sun It's a many poor boy has stretched his arm And a-me, oh Lord, for one [Verse 2] I'll never listen what another girl says Let her hair be dark or brown Say, unless she's on that old scaffold high Saying, "Oh, boys", and can't come down [Verse 3] Go and tell my youngest brother Not to do as I have done Let him shun the house down in New Orleans That they call the Rising Sun [Verse 4] The only thing that a rambler ever needs Is a suitcase or a trunk For the only time that he's satisfied Is when he's all a-drunk [Verse 5] Look up, look down that lonesome road Hang down your head and cry Say, if you love me as I did you Lord, you'd go with me or die
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