There is a house down in New Orleans they call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many…
They say ev’rything can be replaced Yet ev’ry distance is not near So I remember ev’ry face Of ev’ry man…
Of war and peace the truth just twists Its curfew gull just glides Upon four-legged forest clouds The cowboy…
What good am I if I’m like all the rest If I just turn away, when I see how…
William Zanzinger killed poor Hattie Carroll With a cane that he twirled around his diamond ring finger At a Baltimore…