House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl And God, I know, I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans 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 I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, there is a house in Nеw Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been thе ruin of many a poor girl And God, I know, I'm one

Submitted by Nargaroth — Feb 09, 2026