The House of the Rising Sun - Damita jo

 

The House of the Rising Sun   The 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 young poor boy And, God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing he ever needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk 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 With one foot on the platform And the other foot on the train I know he's back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well there is a house in New Orleans They call the 'Rising Sun' And its been the ruin of many a young poor boy And God, I know I'm o