Lyrics House of the Rising Sun - G , Regor

There is a place in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It′s been the ruin of many a poor man
And Lord know, I'm one
My mother, she′s a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father is a gamblin'man
Down in New Orleans
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor man
And Lord know, I′m one
The only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
The only time that he′s satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
So, mama, please, tell your children
Not to do what I′ve done
Stay away from the house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
Tell them stay away
There is a place in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor man
And God knows, I′m one
My mother, she's a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father is a gamblin′man
Down in New Orleans
There is a place in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
So, mama, tell your children, please, stay away
From the place they call the Rising Sun
There is a place in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor man
And Lord knows, I'm one