House Of The Rising Sun Lyrics - Claude King

There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun 

And it's been the ruin of many poor boys and Lord I know I'm one 

My mother she was a taylor she sowed my new blue jeans 

My father he was a gambler way down in New Orleans 

The only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk 

And the only time he'll be satisfied is when he's all a drunk 

There is a house in New Orleans... 

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Poor mother go tell all your children not to do what I have done 

Spend your life in sin and misery in a house of the Rising Sun 

Well I got one foot on the black farm the other foot on a train 

I'm goin' back to New Orleans wear that ball and chain 

There is a house in New Orleans... 

Yes Lord I know I'm one