| Lyrics: | There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the "Rising Sun",
It's been the ruin of many a
poor girl,
And God, I know, I'm one.
My mother was a tailor,
She sewed those new
blue jeans,
my husbend he's a gambling man,
drinks down in New Orleans.
My husbend
in a gambler,
He goes from town to town,
The only time, he's satisfied, is when
He
drinks his liquor down.
Oh, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
-
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of Rising Sun
One foot on the
platform,
The other's on the train,
I'm going back 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". |
