The House Of The Rising Sun

Lyrics
There is a house in New Orleans They call it Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he'll be satisfied Is when he's all a-drunk [Saxsolo] Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives with sin and misery In the house of the Rising Sun Well I've got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train And I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call it Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one
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Credits
- Writers
- Traditional
- Alan Price