House of the Rising Sun
House Of The Rising Sun
Traditional
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And God I know I'm one
Well my mother she was a tailor
Yes she sewed my new blue jeans
And my father was a gamblin man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gamblin man needs
Is a suit case and a trunk
And the only time that he is satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
So mothers tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Don't spend their lives in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun
I've got one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Yes there is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And God I know I'm one
Amazing Grace how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
Writer/s: Dan Price, Danny Williams
