There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I’m one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he’s satisfied
Is when he’s on a drunk
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Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I’m goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I’m one…
All I see in this comment section is a sea of ignorance and dumbasses who think that playing the notes right is mastering guitar. Depresses me how such an amazing song from a time where it was a privilege to listen to this stuff has been forgotten and then warped, corrupted by naive people who don’t get the historical context and has the most recent versions of this so g trace back to him, and mark that as point a to point b. There is no point a or point b you just live in the time where a relevant artist with more music know-how than you covered this song. There is no origin.