Poetry

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House of the Rising Sun
By Kurt Hardy

There is a house down in San Antone
Called the House of the Rising Sun

It’s there that lives have wasted away
And God I know I am one

Mama always told me about God’s Holy Word
How His promises could set my soul free

But I wouldn’t listen to what mama said
Now drugs have a hold on me

I told myself it was a visit;
I wasn’t gonna to stay very long

Just wanted to see -it wouldn’t get a hold on me
But my friend,I was so very wrong

Now every night and day, I can’t get away
From the pipe that is in my hand

My head spins around, like a slave I am bound
This is not, the future I had planned

So parents tell your children,
not to do what I’ve done

Living a life of shame, with misery and pain
In the House of the Rising Sun

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