Skytown Riot — House of the Rising Sun lyrics

The page contains the lyrics of the song "House of the Rising Sun" by Skytown Riot.

Lyrics

There is a house in New Orleans,
They call it The Rising Sun
It spilled a room for the many of 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 mothers, tell your children not to do as I have done
We spend our lives in the sins & misery
In the House of the Rising Sun!
Amazing grace how sweet the sound
It saved the rest like me
I once was lost, but now am found
Was blind, but now I see
There is a house in New Orleans,
They call it Rising Sun
It slipped a room for the many of poor boy
And, God I know I’m one …