There is a house in New Orleans They call the rising sun And its been the ruin of many a poor boy And me oh god im one. Im going to tell my baby sister
foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun
There is a house in New Orleans They call The Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one I cried to my daddy on the telephone
and misery in the house of the rising sun. I`m going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run, I`m going back to spend my life beneath the rising sun
to spend my life In the house of the Risin' Sun. In the house of the Risin' Sun. In the house of the Risin' Sun. In the house of the Risin' Sun. The Risin' Sun
Rising Sun. With one foot on the platform And the other foot on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain There is a house in New Orleans
's on the train, I'm going back to New Orleans, to wear that ball and chain. Yes there is a house in New Orleans they call "the rising sun" It's been
Oh there is a house in New Orleans. They call the Rising Sun. It's been the ruin of many young poor girls And God I know I'm one. My mother, she was
is a house in New Orleans... [ dobro ] 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
house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many poor boy And God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new
the platform And the other foot on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun
children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of 'The Rising Sun' Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call, 'The Rising Sun
foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to new orleans To wear that ball and chain Well, there is a house in new orleans They call the rising sun
There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and Lord I know I'm one My mother was a talor boys
in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun I'm going back, back to New Orleans For my race is nearly run Gonna spend the rest of my wicked life Beneath that Rising Sun
I was young And I've worked since then to pleasure the men At the house of the Rising Sun There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising sun It
on the platform, The other foot on the train. I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain. Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun