There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun.
Been the ruin of a many a poor gal,
Cnd me, oh, God, I'm one!
If I'd a-listened what mama said
I'd a-been at home today.
Being so young and foolish, poor boy,
I let a gambler lead me astray.
My mother, she's a tailor,
She sewed those new blue jeans.
My sweetheart, he's a drunkard, Lord,
Drinks down in New Orleans.
The only thing a drunkard needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
The only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk.
Fills his glasses to the brim,
Passes them around,
The only pleasure that he gets out of life
Is a-hoboin' from town to town.
Go tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done,
To shun that house in the New Orleans
That they call the Risin' Sun!
One foot's on the platform,
The other on the train,
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.
Going back to New Orleans,
My time is almost done
Going back to spend my life
Beneath that Rising Sun.
Alice Smith - House of the Rising Sun Lyrics
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There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun.
Been the ruin of a many a poor gal,
Cnd me, oh, God, I'm one!
If I'd a-listened what mama said
I'd a-been at home today.
Being so young and foolish, poor boy,
I let a gambler lead me astray.
My mother, she's a tailor,
She sewed those new blue jeans.
My sweetheart, he's a drunkard, Lord,
Drinks down in New Orleans.
The only thing a drunkard needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
The only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk.
Fills his glasses to the brim,
Passes them around,
The only pleasure that he gets out of life
Is a-hoboin' from town to town.
Go tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done,
To shun that house in the New Orleans
That they call the Risin' Sun!
One foot's on the platform,
The other on the train,
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.
Going back to New Orleans,
My time is almost done
Going back to spend my life
Beneath that Rising Sun.
They call the Risin' Sun.
Been the ruin of a many a poor gal,
Cnd me, oh, God, I'm one!
If I'd a-listened what mama said
I'd a-been at home today.
Being so young and foolish, poor boy,
I let a gambler lead me astray.
My mother, she's a tailor,
She sewed those new blue jeans.
My sweetheart, he's a drunkard, Lord,
Drinks down in New Orleans.
The only thing a drunkard needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
The only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk.
Fills his glasses to the brim,
Passes them around,
The only pleasure that he gets out of life
Is a-hoboin' from town to town.
Go tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done,
To shun that house in the New Orleans
That they call the Risin' Sun!
One foot's on the platform,
The other on the train,
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.
Going back to New Orleans,
My time is almost done
Going back to spend my life
Beneath that Rising Sun.
Writer: ERIC BURDON, TRADITIONAL, Brian Auger, DP DP
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), O/B/O DistroKid, Abkco Music Inc., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), O/B/O DistroKid, Abkco Music Inc., Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Performed By: Alice Smith
Language: English
Written by: ERIC BURDON, TRADITIONAL, Brian Auger, DP DP