House of the Rising Sun

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Copyright © Public Domain] [Writing by: Traditional] [Recorded at: Various Studios] [Profile: Public Domain] ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ [Intro] [Verse 1] There is a house in New Orleans, That they call the Rising Sun, It's been the ruin of many a poor boy, And my Lord, I know I'm one. I never was a rich boy, But I always had my fun. I loved a girl back in my youth, But now, that girls a nun. [Chorus] Goin’ back to New Orleans, Back to the house o’the Rising Sun! I'll break out o’this damn prison, Or I'll never be done! [Verse 2] My mother was a tailor, She sewed my new blue jeans. My father is a con-man, He’s still down in New Orleans! The only thing a con-man needs Is a suitcase and a gun. He’ll take you for all that you've got, Then head back to the Rising Sun. [Break: Instrumental] [Chorus] Goin’ back to New Orleans, Back to the house o’the Rising Sun! break out o’this damn prison, Or I'll never, ever be done! [Solo] [Bridge: Screamed] There is a house in New Orleans! They call the Rising Sun! It's been the ruin of many a poor boy! n’ holy shit, I know I'm one! [Outro: Stripped Down] Goin back to New Orleans, Back to the house o’the Rising Sun. I’ll break free from this prison, Or I'll never, ever, ever…. be done.