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
Me oh Lord, I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
And 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 he's ever satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
But shun that old house down in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
Now fellows don't believe what a bad woman tells you
Her eyes be blue or brown
Unless she stands upon an old scaffold high
Saying fellows they won't let me come down
I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going back to end my life
Down in 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 me oh Lord I'm one
Autor(es): Prokop, Traditionnal
