House Of The Rising Sun Lyrics - Adolescents

There is a house in New Orleans 

They call, 'The Rising Sun' 

And it's been a ruin of many a poor boy 

And God I know, I'm one 

My mother was a tailor 

She sewed my new bluejeans 

My father was a gamblin' man 

Down in New Orleans 

Now the only thing a gambler needs 

Is a suitcase and trunk 

And the only time that he's satisfied 

Is when he's on 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'