Bahay Shemesh

Kedem Karaoke

Traditional

There is a House in New Orleans

They call it The Rising Sun

It’s been the ruin of many
A poor girl and me, oh G-d

I’m One

If I’d only listened to what my mama said

I'd Beit Home, today

Been so young and foolish

Let a gambler lead me astray

My mother is a tailor

She sews those blue jeans

My sweetheart’s a drunkard

Drinks down in New Orleans

Now, the only thing

A drunkard man needs is a suitcase en the trunk

The only time

He's satisfied is when he's on the drum

Go tell, my baby sister

Never do what I have done

Stay away from that House

They call it The Rising Sun

I'm goin’ back to New Orleans

My Race is almost won

Goin’ back to spend my life

Beneath, oh now
Goin' down
Beneath The Rising Son

Let go!