The House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
Down on the blue crane
A house they call the Rising Sun
Where love and money are made

My father, he was a gambler
Mama died when I was young
I've learned since then to pleasure the men
In the house of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many good girls
And God, I knew I'm one

Now mothers, go telling all your daughters
Not to do what I have done
To live a life of sin, shame and strike
In the house of the Rising Sun

Your sins, they do not define me
I'm not guilty of what you've done
I'll watch and I'll learn
And one day I'll burn
This house of the Rising Sun
This house of the Rising Sun

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved the wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I'm found
Was blind, but now I see
Was blind, but now



Credits
Writer(s): Mike Post, Dolly Parton
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