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TRO-The Richmond Organization
Attention Kathryn Ostien
266 West 37th Street, 17th Floor
New York, NY 10018-6609
Telephone: 212-594-9795
Email: copyright@songways.com


BMG Chrysalis
6100 Wilshire Boulevard, Suite #1600,
Los Angeles, CA 90048
T: (323) 969-0988
E: info.us@bmgchrysalis.com
W: www.bmgchrysalis.com
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Sanga Music Group
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The Bicycle Music Company 
449 South Beverly Drive, Suite 300
Beverly Hills, CA 90212 
T: 310-286-6600 / F: 310-286-6622
Website: www.bicyclemusic.com


Michael Goldsen Music, Inc.
6124 Selma Avenue
Hollywood, CA 90068


MCA Music Publishing
c/o Universal Music, Inc
2440 Sepulveda Boulevard, #100
Los Angeles, CA 90064


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San Antone Meat House
Words by Woody Guthrie, Music by Jay Farrar & Anders Parker

I work in this meat house in San Antone
You call that Rising Sun
It’s been the graveyard for plenty good people
And I’m just another one. And I’m just another one.

Everybody here stays drunk for 24 hours
Of every new day that dawns
I see more whiskey bottles than I ever see sunshine
In this old San Antonyo Rising Sun. In this old San Antonyo Rising Sun.

Take my word good sinner don’t come here for pleasure
For pleasure here I find none;
I giggle for nickles and laff for a dollar
In this meatblock of 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 remember how terrible I look
In my meat house in Sanny Antonne.

Most guys like you find a different house each time;
You can’t stand too trips to this one;
It’s worse here than in jail or prison
In this Meat House in Sann Antone.

There’s only two things in this sad world I need,
My longneck bottle and my spade;
My longneck bottle I will burn out my body
And my spade will dig my grave.

Goodbye & Farewell to all that you saw me;
Nobody knew me all my life long;
Nobody ever touched me, nodody ever loved me
In my Meat House in old Sann Anntone.


Contact The Publisher-
BMG Chrysalis
6100 Wilshire Boulevard, Suite #1600, Los Angeles, CA 90048
T: 323-969-0988 / E: info.us@bmgchrysalis.com
Website: www.bmgchrysalis.com


Available on:

New Multitudes
Jay Farrar, Will Johnson, Anders Parker, & Yim Yames