There is..a house ..in New Orleans. They call..the Ri-sing Sun And it’s been..the ruin of many..a poor boy And God..I know..I’m one …………. My mo-ther was..a tailor Sewed..my new..blue jeans My fat-her was..gamblin’.man Down in..The New Orleans …………. Now..the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase..and a trunk And..the only time he’ll be satis-fied Is when..he’s all..a-drunk
….Solo……. Oh mother,tell your children Not to do..what I..have done Spend…your lives in sin and misery In the house of the Rising Sun ………….. …. I’ve got..one foot. .on the platform The ot-her..foot .. on the train I’m go-ing back .to New Orleans To wear.that ball.and chain ………….. Well there is..a house in New Orleans They call..the Ri-sing Sun And it’s been..the ruin ..of many..a poor boy And God..I know..I’m one
