The House of the Rising Sun

House of Rising Sun - Turksys

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 bluejeans

My father was a gamblin' man

Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and trunk

And the only time 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 rising sun

Well

I 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 rising sun

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

And God

I know I'm one