House of the Rising Sun

[Verse 1: Sentimental electric guitar picking with sustained bends, light snare brushes, steady bass heartbeat] 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 [Verse 2: Blues-rock phrasing with slide guitar fills, warm tube amp tone, slow-tempo groove anchored by steady kick drum] My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin’ man Down in New Orleans [Bridge: Guitar solo echoes the melody line with mournful vibrato; drums fall away, leaving bass and reverb-drenched chords] Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he’s satisfied Is when he’s on a trump [Verse 3: Emotional build—guitar chords strummed harder, vocals grow raw and weary, organ swells like a church confession] 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 [Breakdown: Instruments drop out except for clean electric guitar and low vocal hum; faint cymbal roll rises in background] Sin and misery… Sin and misery… [Verse 4: Full band returns; guitar bends wail with desperation, vocals push to rasped emotional peak] 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 [Outro: Slow fade with sustained guitar notes, subtle Hammond organ chords, and final lingering vocal line over fading echo] 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 (Softly) Yeah… I’m one