House Of The Rising Sun Lyrics

	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 bluejeans,
	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's satisfied,
	Is when he's on a drunk.
	Oh mother tell your children,
	Not to do what I have done:
	To spend your lifes in sin and misery,
	In the house of the Rising Sun.
	Well i got one foot on the platform,
	The other foot on the train,
	I'm going back to New Orleans,
	To wear that ball and chain.
	Well, 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.

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