The House of the Rising Sun

There is a house way down 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

Mother was a tailor, yeah, yeah
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man, yeah, yeah
Down, way down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler ever needs
Is a suitcase, money and trunk
And the only time a fool like him is satisfied
Is when he's on so-called drink



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Auger
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