Sinead O'Connor - 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 manys a poor boy

And God, I know I'm one

My mother was a tailores

She sewed my new blue jeans

My father was a gambling man

Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time that he's satisfied

Is when he's down and drunk

So mothers tell, tell your children

Not to do what I have done, oh

Not to spend their lives in sin and misery

In the House of the Rising sun

I've got one foot on the platform

And another one on the train

I'm going home to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

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

Poor, poor boy, poor, poor boy

Poor, poor boy, poor, poor boy

Poor, poor boy, poor, poor boy

Poor, poor boy, poor, poor boy

Poor, poor boy, poor, poor boy