The white buffalo sons of Anarchy lyrics

The White Buffalo Song Lyrics

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

My mother was a tailor

Sewed my new blue jeans

My father was a gamblin' man

Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time that he's satisfied

Is when he's on a drunk

Oh mother, tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Spend your lives in sin and misery

In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I've got one foot on the platform

And the other foot on the train

I'm going back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin of many young poor boy

And God, I know I'm one

There is a house in Charming town,
they call the Rising Sun.
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor girl.
And me, o God I’m one.

If I’d listen to my momma,
Lord I’d be home today.
But I was young and foolish,
handsome rider led me astray.

Go tell, my baby sister,
never do what I have done.
To shun of the house in Charming town,
they call the Rising Sun.

My mother she’s a tailor.
She sewed my new blue jeans.
My sweetheart he’s a rambler,
Lord he rides an old machine.

Now the only thing a rambler needs
is a suitcase and a gun.
The only time he’s satisfied
is when he’s on the run.

He filled his chamber up with lead
and takes his pain to town.
Only pleasure he gets out of life,
is bringing another man down.

He’s got one hand on the throttle,
the other on the brake.
He’s riding back to Redwood,
to own his father’s stake.

And me I wait in Charming town,
to gain my love as one.
And I’m staying here to end my life,
down in the Rising Sun.

And I’m staying here to end my life,
down in the Rising Sun.

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality

Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low

Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man

Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead

Mama, life had just begun

But now I've gone and thrown it all away

Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry

If I'm not back again this time tomorrow

Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come

Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time

Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

Mama, ooh (Any way the wind blows)

I don't want to die

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

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I see a little silhouetto of a man

Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?

Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me

(Galileo) Galileo (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro magnifico

I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me

He's just a poor boy from a poor family

Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go?

Bismillah! No, we will not let you go

(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go

(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go

(Let me go) Will not let you go

(Let me go) Will not let you go

(Never let me go) Ah

No, no, no, no, no, no, no

(Oh mamma mia, mamma mia) Mamma mia, let me go

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me!

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?

So you think you can love me and leave me to die?

Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby!

Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here!

Nothing really matters, anyone can see

Nothing really matters

Nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows

The White Buffalo Lyrics

"Come Join The Murder"
(with The Forest Rangers)
(from "Songs of Anarchy" soundtrack)

There's a blackbird perched outside my window
I hear him calling
I hear him sing
He burns me with his eyes of gold to embers
He sees all my sins
He reads my soul

One day that bird he spoke to me
Like Martin Luther
Like Pericles

Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human trap
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You'll touch the hand of God
And He'll make you king
And He'll make you king

On a blanket made of woven shadows
Flew up to Heaven
On raven's glide
There's angels that turn my wings to wax now
I fell like Judas, from grace tonight

And on that day he lied to me
Like Martin Luther
Like Pericles

Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human trap
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You'll touch the hand of God
And He'll make you king
And He'll make you king

I walk among the children of my fathers
The broken wings
Betrayal's cost
They call to me but never touch my heart now
I am too far
I am too lost

All I can hear is what he spoke to me
Like Martin Luther
Like Pericles

Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human trap
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You'll touch the hand of God
And He'll make you king
And He'll make you king

So now I curse that raven's fire
You made me hate
You made me burn
He laughed aloud as he flew from Eden
You always knew
You never learn

The crow no longer sings to me
Like Martin Luther
Or Pericles

Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human trap
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You'll touch the hand of God
And He'll make you king
Come join the murder
Come fly with black
We'll give you freedom
From the human trap
Come join the murder
Soar on my wings
You'll touch the hand of God
And He'll make you king
And He'll make you king
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Thanks to Travis for adding these lyrics.
Thanks to Jenn Udell, Kevin Arnold for correcting these lyrics.

Writer(s): Bob Thiele, Kurt Sutter, Jacob Smith

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