The House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in new orleans,

They call the rising sun.

And it's been the ruin of manys a poor boy,

And god, i know i'm one.



My mother was a tailores

She sewed my new blue jeans

An' my father was a gamblin' man

Down in new orleans.



Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk.

And the only time that he's satisfied

Is when he's down and drunk.



So mothers tell, tell your children

Not to do what i have done

Not to spend their lives in sin and misery

In the house of the rising sun.



I've got one foot on the platform

And another one on the train.

I'm going home to new orleans

To wear that ball and chain.



There is a house in new orleans,

They call the rising sun.

And it's been the ruin of manys a poor boy,

And god, i know i'm one.



Poor, poor boy

Poor, poor boy

Poor, poor boy

Poor, poor boy

Poor, poor boy

Poor, poor boy

Poor, poor boy

Poor, poor boy

Poor, poor boy

Poor, poor boy


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