The House of the Rising Sun Songtext
von Typh Barrow

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 God, I know, I am one

My mother was a tailor
She sew my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase, is a suitacase and a trunk
And the only time he′s 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

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other, the other foot on the train
I'm goin′ back to New Orleans
You wear, you wear that balls and chains

Mother already told you
There is a house
You know, there is a house in New Orleans
They call...
You know they call it The Rising Sun
And It′s been, it's been the ruin of many poor girl
And God, I know, I am one