House Of The Rising Sun Songtext - Sentenced

House Of The Rising Sun - Sentenced

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the "Rising Sun"
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know, I'm one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed those new blue jeans
My father he's a gambling man
Drinks down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a drink
The only time, you keep him satisfied, is when
He's all drunk

Oh, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done -
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of Rising Sun

One foot on the platform
The other's on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Yes there is a house in New Orleans
They call "the rising sun"
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know, I'm one


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