Lyrics Rising Sun Blues - Doc Watson
There
is
a
house
down
in
New
Orleans
They
call
the
Rising
Sun
And
it's
been
the
ruin
of
a
many
poor
boy
And
me,
oh
God,
for
one
Then
fill
the
glasses
to
the
brim
Let
the
drinks
go
merrily
around
And
we'll
drink
to
the
health
of
a
rounder
poor
boy
Who
goes
from
town
to
town
The
only
thing
that
a
rounder
needs
Is
a
suitcase
and
a
trunk
And
the
only
time
he's
satisfied
Is
when
he's
on
a
drunk
(Break)
Now
boys
don't
believe
what
a
girl
tells
you
Though
her
eyes
be
blue
or
brown
Onless
she's
on
some
scaffold
high
Saying
"Boys,
I
can't
come
down."
Go
tell
my
youngest
brother
Not
to
do
the
things
I've
done
But
to
shun
that
house
down
in
New
Orleans
They
call
the
Rising
Sun
(Break)
I'm
going
back,
back
to
New
Orleans
For
my
race
isa
nearly
run
Gonna
spend
the
rest
of
my
wicked
life
Beneath
that
Rising
Sun
1 Tom Dooley
2 John Henry
3 Stream Of Whiskey
4 Worried Blues
5 Doc's Tune
6 Liza Jane
7 What Would You Give In Exchange
8 I Hear My Mother Weeping
9 Foggy Mountain Reel
10 Black Mountain Rag
11 Honey Babe Blues
12 Handsome Molly
13 Reuben's Train
14 Peg and Awl
15 Footprints In the Snow
16 Rising Sun Blues
17 The Old Man at the Mill
18 Hick's Farewell
19 The Coo-Coo Bird
20 Run, Jimmie, Run
21 Willie Moore
22 Midnight On The Stormy Deep
23 Amazing Grace
24 Daniel Prayed
25 Will the Circle Be Unbroken
26 Sweet Heaven when I Die
27 Cluck Old Hen
28 Carroll County Blues
29 Little Sadie
30 49 Biscuits
31 Banks of the Ohio
32 Way Downtown
33 My Home's Across the Blue Ridge Mountains
34 Humpbacked Mule
35 Tough Luck
36 Looking T'ward Heaven
37 Corn Likker
38 Free Little Bird
39 Sitting On Top of the World
40 Crawdad Song
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