“House of the Rising Sun”

Composed by Alan Price

1 version

5:09

Lyrics

(Source: as heard)

	There is a house in New Orleans
	They call The Rising Sun.
	And it's been the ruin
	Of many's a poor boy,
	And God, I know I'm one

	My mother was a tailoress.
	She sewed my new blue jeans.
	And my father was a gambling man
	Down in New Orleans.

	Now the only thing a gambler needs
	Is a suitcase and a trunk, oh,
	And the only time that he's satisfied
	Is when he's down and drunk.

	So Mothers, tell, tell your children
	Not to do what I have done, oh, ooh.
	Not to spend their lives in sin and misery
	In The House of The Rising Sun.

	I've got one foot on the platform
	And another one on the train.
	I'm going home to New Orleans
	To wear that ball and chain.

	There is a house in New Orleans,
	They call The Rising Sun.
	And it's been the ruin
	Of many's a poor boy,
	And God, I know I'm one.

	Poor, poor boy,
	Poor, poor boy,
	Poor, poor boy,
	Poor, poor boy,
	Poor, poor boy,
	Poor, poor boy,
	Poor, poor boy,
	Poor, poor boy,
	Poor, poor boy,
	Poor, poor boy.

Produced by Sinéad O'Connor , John Reynolds , and Phil Coulter

(Source: Fire on Babylon)

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