House Of The Rising Sun (Akustik)

There is a place in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun

It's been the ruin of many a poor men and Lord knows, I am one

My mother, she is a tailor, she sewed my new blue jeans

My father is a gambling man down in New Orleans

Only thing the, the gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk

Only time he's, he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk

So mama please, tell the children not to do what I have done

Stay away from the house in New Orleans, that I call to the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun

So mama please, tell the children, please stay away

From the place to the Rising Sun