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
And God, I know, cuz' I'm one
My mother, was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time that he's satisfied
Is when, he's on, a drunk
Oh 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
In the House of the Rising Sun
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin, of many a poor boy
And God, I know, cuz' I'm one
My mother, was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time that he's satisfied
Is when, he's on, a drunk
Oh 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
In the House of the Rising Sun
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Writer(s): Traditional, Cornelis Cees Hartog
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