House Of The Rising Sun Animals
There [Am]is a h[C]ouse in N[D]ew Orleans,[F]
They c[Am]all the "R[C]ising S[E7]un",
It's b[Am]een the r[C]uin of m[D]any a poor b[F]oy
And G[Am]od, I k[E]now, I'm [Am]one. [E7]
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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