spend their lives in sin and misery In the house of the Rising Sun. Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he will be
well in my time of dying i don't want nobody to moan all i want my friends to do come and fold my dying arms well, well, well so i can die easy
too many of you Too many of you And sometimes they look you straight in the eye Saying 'I too am human, you could easily be here Easily be here' Although
Out in the trees, dirt on our knees We laid him down forever And on that hill there it was still As in the ever after He lays his rest we knew it best
in my mouth. I wish I had wings, just like an aeroplane I wish I had wings, just like an aeroplane Fly down, find my baby. never be lonesome again.
my baby was born Sittin on her mama's knee But you, poor girl are dead and gone And grass is growing over thee. Oh I'm not no saint, no I never shall be
you have done with no hope for tomorrow in the setting of the sun and the oceans are howlin' for things that might have been and the last good morning sunrise will be
well i ain't gonna marry neither settle down i'm gonna sit right here 'til i tear this barrel house down ain't no use a weepin' and there ain't
I'm a ship, I'm a ship, I'm a ship Out on the sea None of my love Floating wild come back to me So I write you a letter, I'll write you a letter With
Sometimes I don't know where This dirty road is taking me Sometimes I can't even see the reason why I guess I keep a-gamblin' Lots of booze and lots
the way your mind works drivin' so fast, carving your way through the city well you can't tell me you get what you want you've figured it out and
