House of the Rising Sun Songtext
von Chase Holfelder
House of the Rising Sun Songtext
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 gamblin′ man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only way to keep him satisfied
Is when he's all 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
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That damned a wretch like me
I once was lost, but still not found
Had sight, now I can't see
Yeah, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun, yeah!
And it′s been the ruin of many a small boy
And God, I know I′m one
Had sight, now I have none
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 gamblin′ man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only way to keep him satisfied
Is when he's all 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
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That damned a wretch like me
I once was lost, but still not found
Had sight, now I can't see
Yeah, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun, yeah!
And it′s been the ruin of many a small boy
And God, I know I′m one
Had sight, now I have none
Writer(s): Charlie Byrd, Public Domain Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com