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, I KNOW, I’M ONE
MY MOTHER WAS A TAILOR
SEWED MY NEW BLUE JEANS
MY FATHER WAS A GAMBLING MAN
DOWN IN NEW ORLEANS
NOW THE ONLY THING A GAMBLER NEEDS
IT’S A SUITCASE AND A TRUNK
AND THE ONLY TIME HE’S SATISFIED
IS WHEN HE’S ALL DRUNK
SOLO
OH! MOTHER, TEL YOUR CHILDREN
NOT TO DO WHAT I HAVE DONE
SPEND YOUR LIVES IN SIN AND MISERY
IN THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN
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 |
