The House Of The Rising Sun Lyrics - Sinead Oconnor

There is a house 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 

My mother was a tailorest 

She sewed my new bluejeans 

My father was a gamblin' man 

Down in New Orleans 

Now the only thing a gambler needs 

Is a suitcase and a trunk 

And the only time that he's satisfied 

Is when he's down and drunk 

So mothers tell, tell your children 

Not to do what I have done ...aahoooo 

Not to spend there lives in sin and misery 

In the House of the Rising Sun 

I got one foot on the platform 

And another on the train 

I'm goin' now to New Orleans 

To wear that ball and chain 

There is a house 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