[00:07.21]There is a house down in New Orleans
[00:14.09]They call the Rising Sun
[00:20.55]And many poor boy to distrust she has gone
[00:27.69]And me, oh God, for one
[00:37.16]Just fill the glasses up to the brim
[00:43.57]Let the drinks go merrily around
[00:50.65]We'll drink to the health of a rounder poor boy
[00:57.52]Who goes from town to town
[01:04.34]The only thing that a rounder needs
[01:11.06]Is a suitcase and a trunk
[01:17.68]And the only time he's satisfied
[01:24.95]Is when he's on a drunk
[01:59.29]Now boys, don't believe what a girl tells you
[02:05.97]Though her eyes be blue or brown
[02:12.99]Unless she's on some scaffold high
[02:19.55]Saying, "Boys, I can't come down"
[02:26.72]I'm going back, back to New Orleans
[02:33.40]For my race is nearly run
[02:40.27]Gonna spend the rest of my wicked life
[02:47.39]Beneath that Rising Sun