The House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans down on the Vieux Carré
A house they call The Rising Sun where love and money are made

My father he was a gambler, Mama died when I was young
I’ve learned since then, to pleasure the men in The House of the Rising Sun

CH:
There is a house in New Orleans, they call The Rising Sun
It’s been the ruin of many a good girl and God I know I’m one

Now mother’s go telling all your daughters not to do what I have done
To live a life of sin, shame, and strife in The House of the Rising Sun

Your sins, they do not define me; I’m not guilty of what you’ve done
I’ll watch and I’ll learn and one day I’ll burn this House of the Rising Sun

CH:

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now am found
Was blind but now I see

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Was blind by now I see