House of the rising sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' 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 gamblin' 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 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 risin' sun
Well, I've got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one
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House of the rising sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' 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 gamblin' 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 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 risin' sun
Well, I've got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' 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 gamblin' 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 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 risin' sun
Well, I've got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one
Writer: Alan Price
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment