House Of The Rising Sun - Clare Maguire

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

And it’s been the ruin of many a poor woman

And God only knows I know I’m one, yeah

My mother she worked for nothing

She sewed my new blue jeans

And my father was a gambling man

Down in New Orleans

Now you could be a stranger

A prophet or a king

And still they’ll leave you dying down there

Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and trunk

And the only time he’s satisfied

Is when he’s on a drunk

Well mother, tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Spend your lives in sin and misery

In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform, yeah

The other foot on the train

I’m going back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

Now there is, there’s a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun, oh

And it’s been, been the ruin of many a poor woman

And God only knows I know I’m one, yes

And God only knows I know I’m one