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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gus Unger-Hamilton
Keyboards
Thom Green
Drums
Charlie Andrew
Programming
Daniel Bovey
Classical Guitar
Declan Zapala
Classical Guitar
Plinio Fernandes Silva
Classical Guitar
The London Metropolitan Orchestra
String Orchestra
Trevor Mires
Trombone
Hugh Millington
Classical Guitar
Mike Kearsey
Trombone
Adrian Hallowell
Bass Trombone
Saki Kato
Classical Guitar
Emmanuel Sowicz
Classical Guitar
Kirsty Mangan
Violin
Matthew McAllister
Guitar
Stephen Gross
Guitar
David Black
Guitar
Bridget Mermikides
Guitar
Mark Eden
Guitar
Craig Ogden
Guitar
Tom Ellis
Guitar
Rebecca Baulch
Guitar
Manus Noble
Guitar
Julian Vickers
Guitar
Alexandra Whittingham
Guitar
Graham Roberts
Guitar
Laura Snowden
Guitar
Joel Hunter
Viola
James Boyd
Viola
Katie Wilkinson
Viola
Reiad Chibah
Viola
Ilona Bondar
Viola
Rachael Lander
Cello
Lionel Handy
Cello
Caroline Dearnley
Cello
Jonathan Tunnell
Cello
Rory Dempsey
Double Bass
Tom Kemp
Violin
David Juritz
Violin
Kathy Gowers
Violin
Fenella Barton
Violin
Tom Pigott-Smith
Violin
Jamie Hutchinson
Violin
Dai Emanuel
Violin
Ralph De Souza
Violin
Matthew Ward
Violin
Kirsten Klingels
Violin
Debbie Widdup
Violin
Julian Tear
Violin
Joanna Archard
Violin
Susan Briscoe
Violin
Matthew Bain
Violin
Neil Comber
Harmonium
Andy Brown
Music Director
Chris Laurence Quartet
Double Bass
Joe Newman
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gus Unger-Hamilton
Songwriter
Thom Green
Songwriter
Joe Newman
Songwriter
Charlie Andrew
Brass Arranger
Kirsty Mangan
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Pocknell
Recording Engineer
Graeme Baldwin
Assistant Engineer
Luke Pickering
Recording Engineer
Paul Pritchard
Assistant Engineer
Stefano Civetta
Assistant Engineer
Brett Cox
Recording Engineer
Charlie Andrew
Producer
Dick Beetham
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many poor soul
And, Lord, my father's one
My mother, she's a tailor
She sews those new blue jeans
To keep my gambling father drunk
Deep down in New Orleans
It's a happy, happy, happy
Happy, fun day, day
Like a bird flying over forest fire
My father feels the heat beneath his wings
And in debt he leaves for another town
Where he gambles and, drunk, he still drinks
My mother hides from pleasure
And thinks of father on her knees
Lifted in the arms of God
Away from New Orleans
Happy, happy, happy
Happy, fun day, day
Happy, happy, happy
Happy, fun day, day
Writer(s): Thomas Green, Joe Newman, Augustus Unger Hamilton
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