House of the Rising Sun Lyrics

	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,
	sewed my new blue jeans,
	my father was a gambling man,
	down in New Orleans.

	Now the only thing a gambler needs,
	is a suitcase and a trunk
	and the only time, he'll be 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

	Well, I got one foot on the platform,
	The other foot on the train,
	I'm going 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.

	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,
	sewed my new blue jeans,
	my father was a gambling man,
	down in New Orleans.

	Now the only thing a gambler needs,
	is a suitcase and a trunk
	and the only time, he' ll be 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

	Well, I got one foot on the platform,
	The other foot on the train,
	I' m going 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.

	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,
	sewed my new blue jeans,
	my father was a gambling man,
	down in New Orleans.

	Now the only thing a gambler needs,
	is a suitcase and a trunk
	and the only time, he' ll be 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

	Well, I got one foot on the platform,
	The other foot on the train,
	I' m going 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.

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