The House Of The Rising Sun
Traditional, Alan Price
There is a house in New Orleans
They call it 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
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was gamblin’ man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he’ll be satisfied
Is when he’s all a-drunk
[Saxsolo]
Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives with 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
And I’m going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call it Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I’m one