The house of the Rising Sun
The Animals
| | | | | | | | | 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 a 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 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 | | | | | | | | | | | | | (x2) | | |