I worked in this meat house in San Antone
You call that Rising Sun
It's been a graveyard for plenty good people
And I'm just another one, and I'm just another one
Everybody here stays drunk for 24 hours
for every new day that dawns
I see more whiskey bottles than i ever see sunshine
This old San Antonio Rising Sun
This old San Antonio Rising Sun
Take my word
good sinner don't come here for pleasure
For pleasure here I find none
I giggle for nickels and laugh for a dollar
This meatblock in Old San Antone
This meatblock in Old San Antone.
You get drunk to come here,
(I stay drunk to stay here)
I forget you the minute you're gone
You can't quite remeber how terrible I look
In my meat house in San Antone
Most guys like you find a different house each time
You can't stand two trips to this one
It's worse here than in jail or prison
In this meat house in San Antone
There's only two things in this sad world that I need
My longneck bottle and my spade
With my long neck bottle I will burn out my body
And my spade will dig my grave
Goodbye and Farewell to all that who saw me
Nobody knew me all my life long
Nobody ever touched me,
Nobody ever loved me
In my meat house in old San Antone.

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