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HOUSE OF THE RISING SON (traditional) Clarence Ashley & Gwen Foster (1933) Georgia Turner (1937*) Bert Martin (?*) Daw Henson (?*) Roy Acuff (1938) Josh White (1947) Leadbelly(1948) (**) Glen Yarbourough (1957) Joan Baez (1960) Miriam Makeba (1960) Bob Dylan (1962, rec.'61) Dave Van Ronk (modern version arrangement rec. after Dylan) Nina Simone (1962) Eric Burdon and The Animals (1964) Frijid Pink (1970) Jody Miller (1973) Dolly Parton (1981) (The Ventures, Waylon Jennings, Brothers Four, Waylon Jennings Sinead O'connor, Hugh Masekala,Tommy Emmanuel, Cat Power etc. ) (* = recorded by Alan Lomax) (** The guitar is Leadbelly the vocalist is is wife. It was recorded in the basement of Alen Lomax's house during the Library of Congress recording sessions.) The Animals version: There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun, And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy, And God, I know I'm one. My mother was a tailor, Sewed my new blue jeans. My father was a gambling' man Down in New Orleans. Now, the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk, And the only time he'll be satisfied Is when he's all drunk. Oh, Mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done, Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of the Rising Sun. Well, I've got one foot on the platform, The other foot on the train. I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain. Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun, And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy, And God, I know I'm one. Miriam Makeba version: There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl, And me, oh Lord is 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 gambler lead me astray My mother is a taylor She sews those new blue jeans My sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord Down in New Orleans The only thing a drunkard needs Is a suitcase and a trunk The only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk He'll fill his glasses to the brim He passes them around And the only pleasure he gets out of life Is bumming from town to town Go tell my baby sister, Never do what I have done To shun that house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's one foot on the platform And the other one on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain I'm goin' back to New Orleans My race is almost run I'm goin' back to spend my life Beneath that Rising Sun

    


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