The House Of The Rising Sun sing and play along

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 is a sewed my new blue jeans and my father was a gamblin' tis man is down in New

Orleans.

Now the only thing a gambler is a suitcase and a trunk and the only time he'll be sa tisfied is when he's all adrunk.

Now the 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've got one foot on the platform the other foot on the train I'm it's going back to New Or a poor

to wear that ball and chain.

Well there is a house in New Or they call the Rising Sun and it's been the ruin of ma Or a poor

and God, I know I'm one.

Well there