House of the Rising Sun
Written by
Alan Price
Leo Leandros
Arno Flor
Recorded by Frank McKinnon

LYRICS

There is a house, in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun. It's been the ruin of many a poor boy. Dear God, I know I'm one.

My mother was a tailor. She sewed my new blue jeans. My father was a gambling man way down in New Orleans.

The only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk. And the only thing that I need now is a map to the promised land.

Mother, tell your children not to do what I have done: not to spend your lives in sin and misery in the house of the rising sun.

I've got one foot on the platform, the on the train. And I'm heading back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain.

There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun. It's been the ruin of many a poor boy. Dear God, I know I'm one. Dear God, I know I'm one.

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Frank McKinnon:
Guitar
Vocal

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