The House of the Rising Sun lyrics

There is a house in New Orleans

they call the Rising Sun

and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

and, God, I know I'm one.

My mother was a tailor,

she sewed my new blue jeans.

My father, he was a gamblin' man

way down in New Orleans.

There is a house in New Orleans

they call the Rising Sun

and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

and, God, I know I'm one.  

My mother was a tailor,

she sewed my new blue jeans.

My father, he was a gamblin' man

way down in New Orleans.  

Oh, mother, tell your children

not to do what I have done.

Don't spend your life in sheer misery

in the House of the Rising Sun.

Don't spend your life 

in the House of the Rising Sun.

Don't, don't, don't spend your life

in the House of the Rising Sun.

• Artist:Santa Esmeralda
• Album:The House of the Rising Sun (1977)