House of the Rising Sun

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

My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drug

Oh, mothers, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call it, " The Rising Sun"
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one



Credits
Writer(s): Publico Dominio, Alan Price
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