My version of song about gambling joint, house of ill-repute in New Orleans, many moons ago
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Story behind the song
Written and added to by numerous people over the decades. This is my version. I sang, played all the instruments, recorded, mixed and mastered in my studio-Surfing Guitarist Studios, New York.
Lyrics
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.
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans
Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do as I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I've got 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
