Lyrics Anna Christine Performs - House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans,

They call it Rising Sun.

And itґs been the ruin of many a poor boy,

And God, I know Iґm one.

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

And the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk.
And the only time he is satisfied

Is when heґs down and drunk.

So mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of a Rising sun.

Well Iґve got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train.
Iґm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.

There is a house in New Orleans,
They call it Rising Sun.