House of the rising sun

by Lucero

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
Sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
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 all drunk
Oh 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
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, 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
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House Of The Rising Sun

by Blink 182

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 bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a gun
And the only time that he is satisfied
Is when he's on a run
------ organ solo ------
Oh 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
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, 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
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House of the Rising Sun

by Shlomo Artzi

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' 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 was a gamblin' 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 on a drunk
Oh, Mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done.
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the risin' sun.
Well, I've got one foot on the platform.
the other foot on the train.
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy.
And God, I know I'm one.
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House Of 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 boy
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
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
Oh 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
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, 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

House of the rising sun

by JOHNNY CASH

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy.
In God, I know I'm one.
My mother was a tailor.
She sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans.
Now, the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trump
And the only time that he's satisfied
Is when he's all a-drunk.
Oh, Mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done.
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the risin' sun.
Well, I've got one foot on the platform.
The other foot on the train.
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy.
In God, I know I'm one.
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House of the Rising Sun

by Les Compagnons De La Chanson

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 bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
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
Oh 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
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, 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
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House Of The Rising Sun

by AC-DC

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 bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
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
Oh 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
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, 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
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House Of The Rising Sun

by Scott Matthews

Traditional
There is a house in New Orleans
Call it the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin
Of many a poor girl
And me, oh Lord, I'm one
If I'd listened what my mama said
Be at home today
Bein' so young
And foolish, my Lord
Let a gambler lead me astray
My mother was a tailor
Sews new blue jeans
My sweetheart's is a drunkarad, Lord
Drinks down in New Orleans
Go tell my baby sister
Never do what I have done
Shun that house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
Goin' back to New Orleans
Race is almost run
Goin' back to spend my life
Beneath, beneath, beneath, oh Lord
Beneath, oh now
Beneath the rising, rising sun
Now, now
You come on bye
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House of the rising sun

by AC-DC

There is a house in New Orleans.
They call the Rising Sun.
And it's been the ruin of many young poor boys
And God I know I'm one.
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin 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 all drunk.
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
To spend their life in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun.
With one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I'm going back 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 young poor boys
And god I know I'm one.
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House of the rising sun

by JOHNNY CASH

La- Do Re Fa
There is a house in new orleans
La- Do Mi
They call the risin sun
La- Do Re Fa
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boys
La- Mi La- Mi
And God Knows, I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed these new blue jeans
My father was a gambler
Down in new orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he’s satisfied
Is when he’s on a drunk
He fills his glasses up to the brim
And he’ll pass the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is ramblin’ from town to town
Oh tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
But shun that house in new orleans
They call the risin’ sun
Well, it’s one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I’m goin’ back to new orleans
To wear that ball and chain
I’m a-goin’ back to new orleans
My race is almost run
I’m goin’ back to end my life
Down in the risin’ sun
There is a house in new orleans
They call the risin’ sun
It’s been the ruin of many poor girl
And me, oh god, I’m a-one
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House Of The Rising Sun

by Natalie imbruglia

There is a house in New Orleans, they call the rising sun.
And it's been the ruin of many young, poor boys.
And God, I know I'm one.
My mother was a tailor,
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 he is satisfied
is when he's cold and drunk.
Oh, mother, tell your children
not to do what I have done.
Spend your life concealed in misery
in the house of the rising sun.
Well I got one foot on the platform
the other foot on the train.
I'm going back 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 young, poor boys.
And God, I know I'm one.
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House Of The Rising Sun

by Joe Nichols

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 bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
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
Oh 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
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, 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
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House Of The Rising Sun.

by Michael Jackson

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 bluejeans
My father was a gamblin 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 on a drunk.
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
To spend their life in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun.
With one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I'm going back 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 young poor boys
And god I know I'm one.
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House of the Rising Sun

by Huey Lewis, & The News

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 was a gamblin' man
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
Oh 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
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, 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
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House Of The Rising Sun

by Richard Marx

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 bluejeans
My father was a gamblin 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 all drunk.
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
To spend their life in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun.
With one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I'm going back 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 young poor boys
And god I know I'm one.
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house of the rising sun

by Marilyn manson

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy.
In God, I know I'm one.
My mother was a tailor.
She sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans.
Now, the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trump
And the only time that he's satisfied
Is when he's all a-drunk.
Oh, Mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done.
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the risin' sun.
Well, I've got one foot on the platform.
The other foot on the train.
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy.
In God, I know I'm one.
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House of the rising sun

by BOB DYLAN

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising sun
Well it's been the ruin of many poor boys
And God I know I'm one
Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Well, you spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun
Well there is a house in New Orleans
And they call the Rising sun
Well it's been the ruin of many poor boys
And God I know I'm one
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house of 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 boy
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
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
------ organ solo ------
Oh 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
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, 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

House of the Rising Sun

by phil Collins

There is a house down in new orleans
They call the risin sun
And its been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh god, Im a-one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, lord
Down in new orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time hes satisfied
Is when hes on a drunk
He fills his glasses up to the brim
And hell pass the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is ramblin from town to town
Oh tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
But shun that house in new orleans
They call the risin sun
Well, its one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
Im goin back to new orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Im a-goin back to new orleans
My race is almost run
Im goin back to end my life
Down in the risin sun
There is a house in new orleans
They call the risin sun
Its been the ruin of many poor girl
And me, oh god, Im a-one
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House of the Rising Sun

by PHOENIX

There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh God, I'm one.
My mother was a tailor
She sewed these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord
Down in New Orleans
Oh tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh God, I'm one.
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House Of The Rising Sun

by Ben Lee

There is a house in New Orleans,
they call it the rising sun.
And it's a-been the ruin of many poor girl, and me, oh God, for one.
If I had listened to what my mother said,
I'd have been at home today,
but I was young and foolish, oh, God, let a rambler lead me astray.
Go tell, my baby sister don't do what I have done,
but shun that house in New Orleans,
they call the rising sun,
I`m going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run,
I`m going back to spend my life beneath that rising sun.
(The Animals)
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House of the Rising Sun

by Anberlin

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 SOLD MY NEW BLUE JEANS.
MY FATHER WAS A GAMBLIN’ MAN,
DOWN IN NEW ORLEANS.
NOW THE ONLY THING A GAMBLER NEEDS IS
A SUITCASE AND A DRUM.
AND THE ONLY TIME HE’LL BE SATISFIED
IS WHEN HE’S ON THE DRUM.
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OH 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’VE GOT ONE FOOT ON THE PLATFORM,
THE OTHER ON THE TRAIN. I’M GOING
BACK 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.
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House of the Rising Sun

by Beck

There is a house in New Orleans.
You call the Rising Sun.
It's been the ruin of many-a poor soul
And me, Oh God I'm one.
If I had listened to what momma said
Being home today
Being so young and foolish poor girl
Let a gambler lead me astray
My mother she's a tailor
Sows those blue, blue jeans
My sweatheart he is a drunkard Lord God
Drinks down in New Orleans.
He fills his glasses to the brim
Passes them around
The only pleasure that he gets out of live
Is a-hoboin' from town to town
The only thing this drunkard needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
Only time that he's half satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk.
Go and tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done
Shun that house down in New Orleans
That they call the Rising Sun
With one foot on the platform
One foot on the train
I'm going back down to New Orleans
To wear my ball and my chain
My live is allmost over
My race is allmost done
Going back down to New Orleans
To that house of the Rising Sun
RS
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House Of The Rising Sun

by Chief Wakil

The House Of 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 boy
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
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 drug
[Organ Solo]
Oh 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
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, 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
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House Of The Rising Sun

by www.MzHipHop.com

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 bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time that he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
------ organ solo ------
Oh 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
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, 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
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House Of The Rising Sun

by Beth Hart

There is a house in New Orleans
They call it 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 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 all drunk
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
To spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun
With one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, 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
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