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, he knows I’m one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue 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’d be satisfied
Is when he’s on a drunk

Mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your life in sin and misery
In the House Of The Rising Sun

Now, 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, he knows I’m one