The House of the Rising Sun

The House of the Rising Sun - Jess & Matt

Lyricist：Traditional

Composer：Traditional

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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 gamblin' man

Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and trunk

And the only time he'll be satisfied

Is when he's all drunk

Oh mother tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Not you spend your lives in sin and misery

In the House of the 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

And God I know

I'm one