House of the Rising Sun Lyrics

There is a house in New Orleans

They call it the rising sun

And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl

And me, oh God, I'm one

If I had only listened to what my mama said

I'd be home today

But being so young and foolish, my Lord

I let a gambler lead me astray

See, my mama was a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans

My daddy was a gamblin' man

Way down in New Orleans

Ooh, the only thing that my daddy needs

Is a bottle and a gun

And the only time he's ever satisfied

Is when he's on a drunk

Ooh, somebody go get my baby sister

Tell her never to, never to do what I have done

But shun that house way down in New Orleans

They call the rising sun

I'm going back to New Orleans

My race is almost won

I am going back to spend the rest of my days

Beneath the rising sun

I'm going back to spend the rest of my days

Beneath the rising sun