Golden Rock Ballads

There is selected texts of songs from this CD.


Alternative text of The "House Of The Rising Sun" (woman solo)

There is a house in New Orleans, they call the "Rising Sun",
it's been the ruin of many a poor girl,
and me, oh lord, I'm one.

My mother is a tailor, she sews those new blue jeans,
my husbend he's a gambling man,
drinks down in New Orleans.

My husbend in a gambler, he goes from town to town,
the only time, he's satisfied, is when
he drinks his liquor down.

Go tell my baby sister, never do what I have done,
shun that house in New Orleans
they call the "Rising Sun".

One foot on the platform, the other's on the train,
I'm going back to New Orleans,
to wear that ball and chain.

Going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run,
I'm going to sped the rest of my life,
beneath that "Rising Sun".


Whiter Shade of Pale: Additional lyrics sung in concert:

	
	She said she wanted shore leave
	Tho in truth we were at sea
	So I took her by a looking glass
	And forced her to agree
	Saying you must be the mermaid
	Who took Neptune for a ride
	Well she smiled at me so sadly
	That my anger straightway died
	And so it was, etc...