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 poor boy
And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor, she sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man way down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler 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
To spend your life in sin and misery in the House of the Rising Sun

Got one foot on the platform, the other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans, to wear that ball and chain

(Trad.)

Recorded on #130 "The Liberty Guitar Method"

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