| lyric | 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 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 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,
To spend your life in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun.
With one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train,
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun,
And it's been the ruin of many young poor boys.
And god, I know I'm one.
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1. 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 I'm one.
2. My mother is a tailor,
she sews those new blue jeans,
my husband he’s a gambling man,
drinks down in New Orleans.
3. My husband is a gambler,
he goes trom town to town,
the only time, he s satisfied, is when
he drinks his liquor down.
4. Go tell my baby sister,
never do like I’ve done,
shun that house in New Orleans
they call the Rising Sun.
5. One foot on the platform,
the other’s on the train,
I’m going back to New Orleans,
to wear that ball and chain.
6. Going back to New Orleans,
my race is almost run,
I’m going to spend the rest of my life,
beneath that Rising Sun. |