House of the Rising Sun

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Peter Hollens - Pop, Folk

House of the Rising Sun

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There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy I know, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he is satisfied Is when he's on a trump Oh mothers tell your children (Children, don't you do) Not to do what I have done Don't spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun I've got one foot on the platform The other on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain I'm goin' back to New Orleans Our race is almost run I'm goin' back to spend the night In the House of the Rising Sun

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