House Of The Rising Sun

Blues Rock, Southern Gothic, Gospel Soul, Minor Key Ballad, Analog Studio Sound

The song's origins are rooted in the Appalachian folk music tradition, and it has been passed down through generations of musicians. The absence of a clear author means that the lyrics are not subject to copyright protection.

The earliest known recording of the song in 1933 under the title “Rising Sun Blues” comes from traveling musicians Clarence “Tom” Ashley and Gwen Foster. When asked years later where Ashley got the song from, he said he got it from his grandparents adding, “it’s too old to talk about”.

I have allways liked this song, so decide to make a version on Suno. Hope you enjoy it 🤗😉

★¸.•☆•.¸★   Credits to all who have recorded this song previously   ★⡀.•☆•.★

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There is a house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And me, oh Lord, I’m one

If I had only listened to what my mama said
I’d be safe and home today
But bein’ so young and foolish, my Lord
Let a gambler lead me astray

My mother is a tailor
She sews those new blue jeans
And my sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord
Drinks down in New Orleans

The only thing a drunkard needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time she’s satisfied
Is when she's on the drunk

Go find my baby brother
Tell him not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun

Shadows crawl in bourbon breath
The cards, the lies, the deals of death
A whisper wraps around my neck
A prayer too late to catch my breath

Now I’m goin’ back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
Yes, I’m goin’ back to spend my life
Beneath, beneath, 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 boy
And me, oh Lord, I’m one

There is a house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And me, oh Lord, I’m oooooone——

[INSTRUMENTAL: Slow fade — guitar tremolo echoes, final organ chord sustains into silence]::

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The lyrics to "House of the Rising Sun" are considered to be in the public domain because the song has no known author and is a traditional folk song. While Bob Dylan and Woody Guthrie are known for their own versions and arrangements, the core lyrics are from a traditional folk tradition. The song's origins are rooted in the Appalachian folk music tradition, and it has been passed down through generations of musicians. The absence of a clear author means that the lyrics are not subject to copyright protection. The earliest known recording of the song in 1933 under the title “Rising Sun Blues” comes from traveling musicians Clarence “Tom” Ashley and Gwen Foster. When asked years later where Ashley got the song from, he said he got it from his grandparents adding, “it’s too old to talk about”. I have allways liked this song, so decide to make a version on Suno. Hope you enjoy it 🤗😉 ★¸.•☆•.¸★ Credits to all who have recorded this song previously ★⡀.•☆•.★ ####################################### There is a house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And me, oh Lord, I’m one If I had only listened to what my mama said I’d be safe and home today But bein’ so young and foolish, my Lord Let a gambler lead me astray My mother is a tailor She sews those new blue jeans And my sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord Drinks down in New Orleans The only thing a drunkard needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time she’s satisfied Is when she's on the drunk Go find my baby brother Tell him not to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun Shadows crawl in bourbon breath The cards, the lies, the deals of death A whisper wraps around my neck A prayer too late to catch my breath Now I’m goin’ back to New Orleans My race is almost run Yes, I’m goin’ back to spend my life Beneath, beneath, 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 boy And me, oh Lord, I’m one There is a house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And me, oh Lord, I’m one There is a house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And me, oh Lord, I’m oooooone—— [INSTRUMENTAL: Slow fade — guitar tremolo echoes, final organ chord sustains into silence]::

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