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
And the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all drunk
Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I've done
Spend your life in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun
Well, 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
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
The Faith Healers - House of the Rising Sun Lyrics
The Faith Healers - House of the Rising Sun Lyrics
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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
And the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all drunk
Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I've done
Spend your life in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun
Well, 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
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
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
And the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all drunk
Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I've done
Spend your life in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun
Well, 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
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: Traditional Music
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