Rising Sun Lyrics

Rising Sun lyrics

There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun



It's been the ruin of many poor boy and me oh Lord poor one



Go to tell my youngest brother not to do as I have done



Who shuned that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun



[ fiddle ]



Go fill the glasses to the brim and let the drinks go marry around



We'll drink to the half of a rounder poor boy who goes from town to town



The only thing a rounder needs is a suitcase and a trunk



The only time he is satisfied is when he's on a drunk



[ harmonica ]



So shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun



It's been the ruin of many poor boy and me oh Lord poor one