House Of The Rising Sun Ringtones

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many poor boys And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She 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 he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk 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 Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' 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 boys And God, I know I'm one

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 bluejeans 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 he's satisfied Is when he's on, a drunk 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 Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' 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

There is a house in New Orleans, They call The Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of manys a poor boy, And God, I know I'm one. My mother was a tailores She sewed my new blue jeans An' my father 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 that he's satisfied Is when he's down and drunk. So mothers tell, tell your children Not to do what I have done Not to spend their lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising sun. I've got one foot on the platform And another one on the train. I'm going home to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain. There is a house in New Orleans, They call The Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of manys a poor boy, And God, I know I'm one. Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy Poor, poor boy

There is a place in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor man And Lord know, I'm one My mother, she's a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father is a gamblin'man Down in New Orleans There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor man And Lord know, I'm one The only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk The only time that he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk So, mama, please, tell your children Not to do what I've done Stay away from the house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun Tell them stay away There is a place in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor man And God knows, I'm one My mother, she's a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father is a gamblin'man Down in New Orleans There is a place in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun So, mama, tell your children, please, stay away From the place they call the Rising Sun There is a place in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor man And Lord knows, I'm one