House of the Rising Sun

Lyrics

There is a house way down in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one Mother was a tailor, yeah, yeah Sewed my Levi jeans My father was a gamblin' man, yeah, yeah Down, way down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gamblin' man ever needs Is a suitcase, Lord, and a trunk And the only time a fool like him is satisfied Is when he's all stone cold drunk

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