House Of The Rising Sun

Doors

There is a house in New Orleans


They call the Risin' Sun


And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy.


In 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.





Now, the only thing a gambler needs


Is a suitcase and a trump


And the only time that he's 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 risin' sun.





Well, I've got 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 Risin' Sun


And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy.


In God, I know I'm one.