House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans they call the “Rising Sun”
It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy and God, I know I’m one

My mother was a tailor; she sewed these new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man down in New Orleans

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 drunk

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So mothers tell your children not to do what I have done
Spend your life in sin and misery in the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform and the other foot on the train
I’m goin’ back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain

There is a house in New Orleans they call the “Rising Sun”
It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy and God, I know I’m one