There is a house in New Orleans. The 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. Way down in New Orleans.

Now the only thing a gambler needs. Is a suitcase and a trunk.

And the only time he's satisfied. Is when he's on a drunk.

(Strumming)

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. And 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. The 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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