House of the Rising Sun
Traditional
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
They spent a life of sin and misery
Oh God I am done
My mother was no tailor
She stole my every thing
My father was a music man
Do you really know what that really means
My brothers tell your sisters
Not to do what I have done
They have a life of hunger and misery
Oh God, I'll be done
One foot on this platform
And the other foot on another train
I'll never go back
To where that ball and chain
They can put me in my grave
They are many houses where
We come from and
We call the Rising Sun
I spent a life of sin and misery
Oh God I am done