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
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's satisfied
Is when he's out on a drunk.
Oh, Mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done.
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun.
Well, I've 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.
Writer/s: Alan Price
