The House of the Rising Sun - (Folk Song)

So many versions of this old folk song, so here is mine! For more songs:    / @cadenzapetestudios   #folksong #thehouseoftherisingsun #broadsideballads There is a house down 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, she's a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My Daddy, he's a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans The only thing that a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time that he's satisfied Is when he's all drunk Mother, tell your children Not to do like I have done And to shun that house down in New Orleans They call the of the rising sun Some people say that I think too much Just livin' my life in a dream But I know that I can't forget That house and all that it means One foot on the platform The other one on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Goin' back to New Orleans My race is almost run Gonna spend the days that I have left Beneath that Rising Sun