House Of The Rising Sun Lyrics - Evereve

There is a house in New Orleans 

They call the Rising Sun, 

And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy, 

And God, I know I'm one. 

My mother was a tailor, 

Sewed my new blue jeans. 

My father was a gamblin' 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 for many a poor boy, 

And God, I know I'm one.