House Of The Rising Sun

Traditional
There is a house down in New Orleans
they call The Rising Sun.
And it's been the ruin of many poor girl,
and me oh God, I'm one.
 
My mother was a tailor,
she sewed these new blue jeans.
My sweetheart was a gambler, lord,
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 all a-drunk.
 
He fills his glasses up to the brim
and he'll pass the cards around.
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
is rambling from town to town.
Oh tell my baby sister
not to do what I have done
but shun that house down in New Orleans
they call The Rising Sun.
 
Well it's one foot on the platform
and the other put on the train.
I'm going back to New Orleans
to wear that ball and chain.
 
I'm a-going back to New Orleans,
my race is almost run.
I'm going back to end my life
down in The Rising Sun
 
There is a house in New Orleans
they call The Rising Sun.
It's been the ruin of many poor girl,
and me oh God, I'm one.

House of the Rising Sun

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
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was 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 all 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've 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

House Of The Rising Sun

Traditional
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
Its been the ruin of many poor girls
And me, oh lord, I'm one
 
My mother she's a tailor
She sews those new blue jeans
My husband he's a gambling man
Drinks down in New Orleans
 
My husband he's a gambler
He goes from town to town
The only time he's satisfied is when
He drinks his liquor down
Go tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done
Shun that house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
 
One foot on the platform
The other's on the train
I'm going down to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
 
Going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going to spend the rest of my life
Beneath that rising sun

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