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    "House Of The Rising Sun" Lyrics

    The Platters

    There is a house in New Orleans
    They call the Rising Sun
    And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl,
    And me, oh Lord is one

    If I had listened to what my mother said
    I'd have been at home today,
    But I was young and foolish, Oh God
    Let a gambler lead me astray

    My mother is a taylor
    She sews those new blue jeans

    My sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord
    Down in New Orleans

    The only thing a drunkard needs
    Is a suitcase and a trunk
    The only time he's satisfied
    Is when he's on a drunk

    He'll fill his glasses to the brim
    He passes them around
    And the only pleasure he gets out of life
    Is bumming from town to town

    Go tell my baby sister,
    Never do what I have done
    To shun that house in New Orleans
    They call the Rising Sun

    It's one foot on the platform
    And the other one on the train
    I'm going back to New Orleans
    To wear that ball and chain

    I'm goin' back to New Orleans
    My race is almost run
    I'm goin' back to spend my life
    Beneath that Rising Sun
    This song was submitted on August 8th, 2013 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Alan Price.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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