The House Of The Rising Sun

The House Of The Rising Sun - The Mick Lloyd Connection

There is a house in new orleans

Call it the rising sun

And it's been the ruin

Of many a poor girl

And me oh lord I'm one

My mother was a tailor

Sews new blue jeans

My sweetheart's is a drunkarad lord

Drinks down in new orleans

Now the only thing he ever needs

Is a suitcase and a 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 the Rising Sun

With one foot on the platform

And the other foot on the train

I know he's 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 young poor boy

And God I know I'm one