There Is A House In New Orleans
They Call The "Rising Sun"
And It's Been The Ruin Of Many
A Poor Boy
And God, I Know, I'm One
My Mother Was A Tailor
She Sewed My New Blue Jeans
My Father Was A Gambling Man
Down In New Orleans.
Now The Only Thing A Gambler Needs
Is A Suitcase And A Trunk
And The Only Time, He's Satisfied,
Is When He's On A Drunk
Am C E %
Oh, Mother, Tell Your Children
Not To Do What I Have Done
Spend Your Lives In Sin And Misery
In The House Of Rising Sun
Well, I 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 Of Many
A Poor Boy
And God, I Know, I'm One
