House Of The Rising Sun
Jello Biafra
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Alright!
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
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time that he'll be satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Pete Quentel on drums!
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
I've got one foot on the platform
The other on the train
I'm goin' back to Nะตw Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Thะตre 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!