The House of the Rising Sun Songtext
von Sivert Høyem

There is a house in new Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it′s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And lord I know I'm one


My mother was a tailor
And she sow my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans
And the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time when he is satisfied
Is when he is all drunk
Oh mother
Tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Live your life in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun

I had one foot on the platform
and the other on a train
I′m going to town to New orleans
To wear that ball and chain
There is a house in new orleans
They call it the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And lord I know I'm one

And it′s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And lord I know I′m one