[ti:House of the Rising Sun (key of Am, 3/4)]
[ar:Traditional]
[au:Traditional]
[by:IMMHA Lyrics Library IMMHA-L475]

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
It has been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh God, am one.

My mother is a tailor
She sews my old blue jeans
And my daddy is a gambling man
Way down in New Orleans.

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's half satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk.

Go tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
But to 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.