Rollin’ in my sweet baby’s arms
Rollin’ in my sweet baby’s arms
Lay around the shack till the mail train comes back
I’m rollin’ in my sweet baby’s arms
If you come down to the river
Bet you gonna find some people who live
You don’t have to worry 'cause you have [if you got] no money
People on the river are happy to give
Big wheel keep on turnin’
Proud Mary keep on burnin’
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on the river
Rollin’, rollin’, rollin’ on the river
Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the south-land
I miss ‘ole’ 'bamy once again
And I think it’s a sin, yes
When I look back upon my life
It’s always with a sense of shame
I’ve always been the one to blame
For everything I long to do
No matter when or where or who
Has one thing in common, too
It’s a, it’s a, it’s a
It’s a sin
Gotta blame it on something
Blame it on the rain that was falling, falling
Blame it on the stars that did shine at night
Whatever you do don’t put the blame on you
Blame it on the rain yeah yeah
Blame it on the bossa nova with its magic spell
Blame it on the bossa nova that he did so well
Oh, it all began with just one little dance
But then it ended up a big romance
Blame it on the bossa nova
The dance of love
You do something to me
Something that simply mystifies me
Tell me, why should it be
You got the power to hypnotize me?
Let me live 'neath your spell
Do do that voodoo that you do so well
'Cause you do something to me
That nobody else can do
That no one else in the world can do
My friend the witch doctor
He taught me what to say
My friend the witch doctor
He taught me what to do
I know that you’ll be mine
When I say this to you
Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau, she’ll put a spell on you
Marie, Marie, da voodoo veau
She’s the Witch Queen of New Orleans
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor girl
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
On a warm summer’s eve
On a train bound for nowhere
I met up with the gambler
We were both too tired to sleep
So if you need some lovin, and you need it right away
Take a little time out, and maybe I’ll stay
But I got to ramble (ramblin’ man)
Oh I got to gamble (gamblin’ man)
Got to got to ramble (ramblin’ man)
I was born a ramblin’ gamblin’ man
Ramblin’ rose, ramblin’ rose
Why you ramble, no one knows
Wild and wind-blown, that’s how you’ve grown
Who can cling to a ramblin’ rose?
Every rose has its thorn
Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn
The doorbell rings, it’s flowers for me
Roses again, it’s the third time this week
What kind of fool
Must he picture me to be?
To be blinded by a dozen liar’s roses
Paper roses paper roses
oh how real those roses seem to be
But they’re only imitation
like your imitation love for me
It is only a paper moon
Sailing over a cardboard sea
But it wouldn’t be make-believe
If you believe in me
Let us be together
Let’s pretend that we are free
Let’s all be where the angels find us
We all have the key
Shall we seal the truth of life?
Shall we light the heavens?
We’re so good at finding pleasure
As to what we are, and how we fit together
Love is but a song to sing
Fear’s the way we die
You can make the mountains ring
Or make the angels cry
Though the bird is on the wing
And you may not know why
Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
Let your love fly like a bird on a wing
And let your love bind you to all living things
And let your love shine and you’ll know what I mean
That’s the reason