Eagles House Of The Rising Sun Lyrics

House Of The Rising Sun

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
Way 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 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, now one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' 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

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