House of the rising sun

House of the rising sun - The Don Campbell Band

Written by：Traditional

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the rising sun

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

And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans

My father

He was a gamblin' man

Way down in New Orleans

Now the only things

A gambler needs

Is a suitcase I want a trunk

And the only time

He's feeling so satisfied

Is she is go

When he's on a drunk

Oh mothers

Tell your children

Not to do what I have done

At spend your lives in sin and misery

In the house of the rising sun

There is a house

In New Orleans

They call the rising sun

And at your it's been the ruin of

So many a poor girls

And Lord I knew I'm one