House Of The Rising Sun

Hang On To A Dream: The Verve Recordings, 4 minutes

House Of The Rising Sun
  • House Of The Rising Sun

Lyrics

Tim Hardin

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

Oh mother tell my sister
Don't do what I have done
Tell her to show me how down in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
They call it the Rising Sun

My daddy was a tailor
He sews on them new bluejeans
And my mama, she was a drunkard, lord
Drinkin' down in New Orleans
Drinkin' 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

I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I don't want to spend the rest of my live long days
Beneath the Rising Sun
Beneath 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

Written by LEANDROS, LEO / FLOR, ARNO / PRICE, ALAN
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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