The True Rising Son

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of a many a poor boy
And God I Know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin's man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gamblers needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all drunk
Hi mother 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 the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one.



Credits
Writer(s): Jhock Davis
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