There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Dear God, I know I was one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
And my father was a gamblin' man
Way down in New Orleans
And the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase in the trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Don't spend your life in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
I got one foot on the platform
And another on the train
And I'm goin' back 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 many a poor boy
Dear God, I know I was one
Dear God, I know I was the one
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There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Dear God, I know I was one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
And my father was a gamblin' man
Way down in New Orleans
And the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase in the trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Don't spend your life in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
I got one foot on the platform
And another on the train
And I'm goin' back 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 many a poor boy
Dear God, I know I was one
Dear God, I know I was the one
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Dear God, I know I was one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
And my father was a gamblin' man
Way down in New Orleans
And the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase in the trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Don't spend your life in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
I got one foot on the platform
And another on the train
And I'm goin' back 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 many a poor boy
Dear God, I know I was one
Dear God, I know I was the one
Writer: Alan Price
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.