1.House Of The Rising Sun
Lyricist：Alan (arr) Price
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a 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 got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' 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 of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one
2.Good Times
When I think of all the good times that I've wasted having good
times
When I think of all the good time that 's been wasted having
good times
When I was drinkin'
I should've been thinkin'
When I was fighting
I could've done the right thing
All of that boozin'
I was really losin'
Good times
Good times
When I think of all the good time that's been wasted having good
times
When I think of all the good time that's been wasted having good
times
All of my lying
I remember her crying
My useless talkin'
I couldv'e been walkin'
Instead of complainin'
I couldv'e been gainin'
Good times
Yes, here we all are having a jolly good time
And everything is working out fine, ha ha ha ha ha
Useless talkin'
All that walkin
All of my sinnin'
I could've been winnin'
I have it too easy
And its a beginning of good times
Good times
I said good times
Talking bout good times
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