There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It took my father It took my son It took damn near everyone And I went in I went in I went in Like I was born to come undone My mother was a tailor She sowed the daylight shut My father drank the river dry And called me poisoned blood He said Son, keep your hands clean Son, keep your head down Son, when the bells start ringing Don't turn around I turned around I turned around Oh, Rising Sun Rising Sun What have you done? You put that fire in my mouth And called it holy Put the rope around my neck And said you know me Oh, Rising Sun Rising Sun What have you done? The only thing a sinner needs Is somewhere warm to fall A chair A drink A little light A shadow on the wall And somebody saying You'll be fine You'll be fine You'll be fine Until you ain't at all Go tell my little brother Don't follow where I've been Don't trust a door that's open wide Don't trust the hand thats always clean There are deals beneath the table There's emptiness below the brim And every house has got a god Just waiting to get in One for the father Two for the son Three for the house Of the Rising Sun One foot is on the platform One foot is on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To play the game again If God is in that city He knows what I have done If God is in that house tonight He better run He better run He better run From the house of the Rising sun
