Karaoké House of the Rising Sun Traditionnel

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

Momma she was a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans

Daddy was a gamblin' man

Down in New Orleans

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 drunk

Oh mother tell your children not to do what I have done

To spend your lives

In sin and misery

In the house of the Rising Sun

Well now one foot on the platform

The other foot on the train

I'm going 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