House of the Rising Sun Lyrics – The Platters

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun

And it’s been the ruin of many a poor girl
Oh God, I know I’m one
If I had listened to what my Mama say
Why I’d be there home today

But I was young and foolish and poor
Led a gambling man lead me on astray
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun

My mother she’s a tailor
And she sews those new blue jeans
My sweetheart is a drunken, oh Lord
Hе drinks down in New Orleans
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The Platters Lyrics – House of the Rising Sun

The Platters

House of the Rising Sun