I Wasn't Born With Enough Middle Fingers

joshuawk · 04-28-2004

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he’s satisfied
Is when he’s on a drunk

He fills his glasses up to the brim
And he’ll pass the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is ramblin’ from town to town

Oh tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
But shun that house in new orleans
They call the risin’ sun

Well, it’s one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I’m goin’ back to new orleans
To wear that ball and chain

I’m a-goin’ back to new orleans
My race is almost run
I’m goin’ back to end my life
Down in the risin’ sun

There is a house in new orleans
They call the risin’ sun
It’s been the ruin of many poor girl
And me, oh god, I’m a-one

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04-28-2004	#1
joshuawk Members Join Date: Jun 2003 Posts: 19	Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he’s satisfied Is when he’s on a drunk He fills his glasses up to the brim And he’ll pass the cards around And the only pleasure he gets out of life Is ramblin’ from town to town Oh tell my baby sister Not to do what I have done But shun that house in new orleans They call the risin’ sun Well, it’s one foot on the platform And the other foot on the train I’m goin’ back to new orleans To wear that ball and chain I’m a-goin’ back to new orleans My race is almost run I’m goin’ back to end my life Down in the risin’ sun There is a house in new orleans They call the risin’ sun It’s been the ruin of many poor girl And me, oh god, I’m a-one urpdance: