Alt-J – House Of The Rising Sun (Relaxer Album)

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[Verse 1]
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor soul
And, Lord, my father’s one

[Verse 2]
My mother, she’s a tailor
She sews those new blue jeans
To keep my gambling father drunk
Deep down in New Orleans

[Chorus 1]
It’s a happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day

[Verse 3]
Like a bird flying over forest fire
My father feels the heat beneath his wings
And in debt he leaves for another town
Where he gambles and, drunk, he still drinks

[Verse 4]
My mother hides from pleasure
And thinks of Father on her knees
Lifted in the arms of God
Away from New Orleans

[Chorus 2]
Happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day
Happy, happy, happy, happy, fun day, day

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