| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| 3:29 | 
|
|||
| 2. |
| 3:57 |
|
|||
| 3. |
| 3:13 |
|
|||
| 4. |
| 4:23 | 
|
|||
|
Gypsy woman told my mama, 'fore I was born
Got a boy-child coming, be a son of a gun He's gonna make the pretty women, run, jump and shout He gonna let the world know what it's all about Chorus And I am Everybody knows I am Well I'm your hoochie coochie man Everybody knows I am On the seventh day, on the seventh week On the seventh month, seventh doctor say He was born for good luck, can't you see that seven hundred dollar Don't you mess with me Now all I want to do, is get myself [a gun] [chorus] Got a axe handle pistol, got a three dollar [?] [?] tombstone bullet, and a ball and chain And smoking TNT, drinking dynamite I don't want [?], [?] gotta fight [chorus] Got a black cat bone, got a mojo hand Got a John the Conquer root, gonna mess with you Now all the pretty women, lead me by my hand Then the world gonna know, I'm your hoochie coochie man [chorus] |
||||||
| 5. |
| 1:52 |
|
|||
| 6. |
| 4:11 |
|
|||
|
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 Oh mother tell my sister Don't do what I have done Tell her to show me how down in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun They call it the Rising Sun My daddy was a tailor He sews on them new bluejeans And my mama, she was a drunkard, lord Drinkin' down in New Orleans Drinkin' 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 I'm going back to New Orleans My race is almost run I don't want to spend the rest of my live long days Beneath the Rising Sun Beneath the Rising Sun 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 |
||||||
| 7. |
| 4:07 |
|
|||
| 8. |
| 2:56 |
|
|||
| 9. |
| 2:03 |
|
|||
| 10. |
| 2:05 |
|
|||
|
