Lyrics
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a-poor, poor boy
God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Well, the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
Yeah, and the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all a-drunk
Yeah, mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
To spend your life in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Yeah, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a-poor boy
God I know I'm one
Written by: Alan Price
