Lyrics House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising sun.
Well it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,
And God I know I'm one.

Oh Mother, tell your children,
Not to do what I have done.
Or you'll spend your life in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun.

Well there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising sun.
Well it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,
And God I know I'm one.