Bethlehem and Sad Patrick - House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call it the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh God, I'm one

If I had only listened to what my mama said
I'd be home today
But being so young and foolish, my Lord
I let a gambler lead me astray

See, my mama was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My daddy was a gamblin' man
Way down in New Orleans

Ooh, the only thing that my daddy needs
Is a bottle and a gun
And the only time he's ever satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

Ooh, somebody go get my baby sister
Tell her never to, never to do what I have done
But shun that house way down in New Orleans
They call the rising sun

I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost won
I am going back to spend the rest of my days
Beneath the rising sun

I'm going back to spend the rest of my days
Beneath the rising sun

Written by:
Patrick Arkins

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