There is a house in New Orleans
It’s called the Rising Sun
It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And Lord knows, Lord knows I’m one
The mansion is warm at the top of the hill
Rich are the rooms and the comforts there
Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won’t know a thing 'til you get inside
Dead president’s corpse in the driver’s car
The engine runs on glue and tar
Come on along we’re not goin’ very far
To the east to meet the czar
Around the next bend, take the highway to the sun
Or the rocky road, it really don’t matter which one
I was in hurry but that don’t matter now
'Cause I had to get off of that road of tears somehow.
There’s a mansion on the hill
Psychedelic music fills the air
Peace and love live there still
In that mansion on the hill.
The wind in the willow played
Love’s sweet melody
But all of those vows you made
Were never to be
Though we’re apart
You’re part of me still
For you were my thrill
On Blueberry Hill
Thrill is gone
The thrill is gone away
The thrill is gone, baby
The thrill is gone away
You know you done me wrong, baby
And you’ll be sorry someday
Someday
When my life has passed me by
I’ll lay around and wonder why
You were always there for me
One way
In the eyes of a passerby
I’ll look around for another try
And fade away
Just close your eyes and I’ll take you there
This place is warm without a care
We’ll take a swim in the deep blue sea
I go to leave and you reach for me
Someday. Sugar Ray
I don’t want you but I hate to lose you
You got me in between the devil and the deep blue sea
I forgive you because I can’t forget you
You got me in between the devil and the deep blue sea
On the flood of the morning tide
Once more the ocean cried
“This company will return one day
Though we feel your tears it’s the price we pay
For there’s prizes to be taken and glory to be found
Cut free the chains make fast your souls
We are El Dorado bound…
I will take you for always forever together
Until hell calls our names…”
“Who’ll drink a toast with me
To the devil and the deep blue sea?
Gold drives a man… to dream!”
Conquistador a vulture sits upon your silver shield
And in your rusty scabbard now
The sand has taken seed
And though your jewel-encrusted blade has not been plundered still
The sea has washed across your face
And taken of its fill
And though I hoped for something to find
I could see no maze to unwind
Carry me, caravan, take me away
Take me to Portugal, take me to Spain
Andalusia with fields full of grain
I have to see you again and again
Take me, Spanish caravan
Yes, I know you can
Is your heart filled with pain?
Shall I come back again?
Tell me dear, are you lonesome tonight?
Tell her of my plea
And I know, if she had me back again
Oh, I would never make her sad
I got a heart full of soul
Farewell and adieu to you, fair Spanish ladies.
Farewell and adieu, you ladies of Spain
For we’ve received orders for to sail back to Boston.
And so nevermore shall we see you again
Farewell, farewell,
to you who would hear,
You lonely travellers all.
The cold North winds will blow again,
The winding road does call.
Oh my mother’s in St. Louis
And my bride’s in Tennessee
So I’m goin’ to Arizona
With a banjo on my knee
He’s a rider in the rain
He’s a rider in the rain
And I’m goin’ to Arizona
Goin’ forget about the pain
King Tut (King Tut)
Now when he was a young man,
He never thought he’d see
People stand in line to see the boy king.
(King Tut) How’d you get so funky?
(Funky Tut) Did you do the monkey?
Born in Arizona,
Moved to Babylonia (King Tut).
Hey, Arizona, take off your hobo shoes
Arizona, have another look at the world, my my
Arizona, get off your 8-ball blues
Arizona, hey won’tcha go my way
She’s laughing inside
'Cause they can’t refuse
She’s so beautiful now
She doesn’t wear her shoes
She never likes to choose
She’s got wonderful eyes
And a risqué mouth
And when I asked her before
She said she’s holding out
Movin’ to Montana soon
gonna be a dental floss tycoon
Well, I’m going down to Florida
And get some sand in my shoes
Or maybe California
And get some sand in my shoes
I’ll ride that Orange Blossom Special
And lose these New York blues