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Rising son, rising sun, beating down on me I'm my daddy's rising son, the world in front of me But daddy, he ain't smilin' none, what could his problem be? He just says "My foolish one, you live too dangerously"
But, daddy, I ain't hurtin' none, she's spread in front of me I'd be a fool, not to taste, the pleasures offered me But, daddy, he just turns away, and locks it with a key The thirty years years between us must, have changed him bitterly
I took my money into town, and spread it gingerly Every table I laid some down, flowed so eagerly Wine and women, women, wine, taste so honey sweet Every pleasure, overwhelming, knocks me off my feet
If anybody crossed my path, I'd knock them down to size Self-righteousness and forward flow, moved me to the prize I stayed up all night every night, toasting the sunrise I'm my daddy's rising son, won't he be surprised?
All the prophet prophesized, my agonized defeat All the men I trampled on, waited for my sleep All the women I had wronged, waited round with glee For the big comeuppance that, was waiting mad for me
It's the way of this mean world, things ain't really fair The evil deal out from the bottom without a single care The goodly try the best they can, to hold to what is theirs The sun, it rises one more day, and I'm still standing here
Rising son, rising sun, beating down on me I'm my daddy's rising son, the world in front of me [02:56.57]
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