House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
Let it be the ruin
How many are born, boy?
Thank God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed that new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is to shook hands inside the trunk
That the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's down and drunk

Mother tell your children
Not to do the things I've done
Bring your lives in sin and misery
And your castle gets old at the ending

The house of the rising sun



Credits
Writer(s): Dp, Libby Reynolds Holmes, Josh White, Nicholas Ray
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