House of the Rising Sun

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

My mother was a tailor
She sewed me new blue jeans
And my Father was a gambling man
Way down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambling man needs
Is a suitcase and a gun
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all a drunk

Make me cry

Oh mother tell your children yeah
Not to do what I have done
Spend your life in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun

Well I've one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
And I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Yeah there is a house in New Orleans
And they call it the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
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Dear God I know I'm one

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Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Everett, Benjamin Perry, Andrew Steen, Polly Perry
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