Joan Baez - House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
It's been the ruin for many a poor girl, and me, oh Lord, I'm one
My mother was a taylor, she sewed our new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man, down in New Orleans
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
Oh Mothers, tell your children not to do what I have done
To spend their lives in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun
I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run
I'm going back to spend my life beneath the rising sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
It's been the ruin for many a poor girl, and me, oh Lord, I'm one
My mother was a taylor, she sewed our new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man, down in New Orleans
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
Oh Mothers, tell your children not to do what I have done
To spend their lives in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun
I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run
I'm going back to spend my life beneath the rising sun

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