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• The house of the Rising Sun
• 2/1/05 10:03 pm
• kitichka
  The house of the Rising Sun
  Katru reizi, kad dzirdu ka vinja* to dzied, kaut kas iekshiene saraujas.
  Visi parejie shai dziesmai dod ko citu.
  *Nina Simone
  There is a house in New Orleans
  Call it the Rising Sun
  And it's been the ruin
  Of many a poor girl
  And me, oh Lord, I'm one....
  
  
  If I'd listened what my mama said
  Be at home today
  Bein' so young
  And foolish, my Lord
  Let a gambler lead me astray
  My mother was a tailor
  Sews new blue jeans
  My sweetheart's is a drunkarad, Lord
  Drinks down in New Orleans
  Go tell my baby sister
  Never do what I have done
  Shun that house in New Orleans
  They call it the Rising Sun
  Goin' back to New Orleans
  Race is almost run
  Goin' back to spend my life
  Beneath, beneath, beneath, oh Lord
  Beneath, oh now
  Beneath the rising, rising sun
  Now, now
  You come on bye
  Garastāvoklis:: dreamy

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