House Of The Rising Sun


There is a house in New Orleans, 
They call the "Rising Sun",
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know, I'm one.  

My mother was a tailor,
She sewed my new blue jeans,
my father was a gambling man,
down in New Orleans.

now the only thing a gambler needs,
is a suitcase and a trunk,
The only time, he's satisfied,
is when, he's all, a drunk

Oh, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done -
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of Rising Sun

well I got, one foot on the platform,
The other's on the train,
I'm going back to New Orleans,
to wear that ball and chain.

well there is a house in New Orleans
they call the "Rising Sun"
and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
and god, I know, I'm one



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