The 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, my mother was a tailor. She sewed my new

blues 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

His swain is on the drunk. Oh mother, tell your children not to do what I have done.

spend your life in sin and misery in a house of the rising Sun well I've got

one foot on the platform, the other foot on the train. Well I'm going back in New

Orleans to wear that ball and chain well there is a house in New Orleans they

They call the rising sun, and this being a ruin of many a poor boy, and God I know.