Lyrics House of the Rising Sun - Peter Hollens

There is a house in New Orleans,
They call The Rising Sun it's been the ruin
Of many a poor boy I know I know i'm one...
My Mother was a tailor,
She sewn my new Blue Jeans my Daddy
Was a gamblin' man down in New Orleans.
Oh mothers tell your Children, (
Children don't you do)not to do what i have
Done don't spend your life in sin and misery in (
The House of the Rising Sun) I've got one foot on the platform the
Other on the train,
I'm goin' back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain.
I'm goin' back to New Orleans My race is almost run,
I'm goin' back to spend my life in the House of the Rising Sun.