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, needs is a sewed my new blue jeans.

and My father was a gamblin' is man is down in New

Orleans.

Now, the only thing a tailor,

needs is a suitcase and a trunk,

and My only time he'll gamblin' is man 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,

leans the other foot on the train.

I'm it's going back to New Or a poor leans to wear that ball and chain.

Well, there is a house in New Orleans they call er the Rising Sun.

I'm it's been the ruin of New Or a poor leans and God,

I know I'm one.

Well, there