[00:07.39]There is a house down in New Orleans
[00:14.28]They call the Rising Sun
[00:20.94]And many poor boy to distrut she has gone
[00:27.71]And me, oh God, for one
[00:37.19]Just fill the glasses to the brim
[00:43.40]Let the drinks go merrily around
[00:50.03]And we'll drink to the health of a rounder poor boy
[00:56.99]Who goes from town to town
[01:04.43]The only thing that a rounder needs
[01:10.79]Is a suitcase and a trunk
[01:17.64]And the only time he's satisfied
[01:24.55]Is when he's on a drunk
[01:58.58]Now boys, don't believe what a girl tells you
[02:05.65]Though her eyes be blue or brown
[02:12.71]Unless she's on some scaffold high
[02:19.63]Saying, "Boys, I can't come down"
[02:26.76]I'm going back, back to New Orleans
[02:33.61]For my race is nearly run
[02:40.44]Gonna spend the rest of my wicked life
[02:47.32]Beneath that Rising Sun