House of the Rising Son

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House of the Rising SonHe drove through Louisiana’s backwoodsAs light announced the misty dawnPassed by a fancy house of blue lightsThat had been crowded all night longHe found a good spot in some hollerPut stakes down and began to buildJust down a dirt road from those sinnersHe raised a church where heaven willedChorus He knew all that saves us from our mortal prisonIs having faith that the Son died and has risenHe knew when Jesus calls, near and far…one and allEach lost soul will surely comeBuilt on rock…not on sand, nothing stands taller thanThe house of the rising SonHe made a cross of old pine branchesAnd stuck it on that sacred shackCleaned out the tadpoles from some rain ponds And made baptizin’ pools out backSo when folks left that house of blue lightsEach morning they’d pass by that crossThey quit whores, moonshine and roulette wheelsSoon as they found that they were lostChorus That house of blue lights was desertedCos that small chapel packed ‘em inThat preacher formed a congregationAll from a temple made of sinOne Sunday morning they marched back thereBroke ev’ry wheel n whiskey stillMade brand new pews and turned that big houseInto a home of heaven’s willChorus ©2008 Robert George