Little Dog Lost by Steve Boreman for March 18, 2012

♪♫There is a house in New OrleansThey call the Rising SunAnd it’s been the ruin of many a poor boyAnd God I know I’m one

My mother was a tailorShe sewed my new blue jeansMy father was a gamblin’ manDown in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needsIs a suitcase and trunkAnd the only time he’s satisfiedIs when he’s on a drunk

Oh mother tell your childrenNot to do what I have doneSpend your lives in sin and miseryIn the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platformThe other foot on the trainI’m goin’ back to New OrleansTo wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New OrleansThey call the Rising SunAnd it’s been the ruin of many a poor boyAnd God I know I’m one♫♪

Love the art work, Steve!

Great song Fellow Baby! My friend Norma (sadly she passed away at the age of 40), was from England, and before she met her Air Force husband, she dated Eric Burdon. Whenever I hear that song, I always think of her.

Great artwork, Steve. Your Sunday strips are always fantastic.

wonderfull!on so many levels .

Ah, I am still waiting for the moment when I get that awareness of Spring feeling.

This a beautiful Steve! Thanks for the lift!

Oh, there they are!

Spring has sprung the grass has riz, where last years careless driver is…. Burma Shave.

Beautiful!

Wow… talk about a fast change of season! :-s