🌨️ Lyrics House Of The Rising Sun

The House of the Rising Sun is considered by many to resemble “The Unfortunate Rake, a folk song from the 16th century. The oldest known version of this involves the tale of a young man’s The House of the Rising Sun lyrics and chords print version. [Dm]There is a [F]house in [G]New Or [Bb]leans, they [Dm]call the [F]Rising [A7]Sun. It’s [Dm]been the [F]ruin of [G]many poor [Bb]girl, and [Dm]me, oh, [A7]God, were [Dm]one. If I had done like mama said, I wouldn’t be here today. But being so young and foolish, let a gambler The House of the Rising Sun 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 gamblin' man. Down in New Orleans. Today, we’re bringing you another entry in American Blues Scene’s exclusive “ Brief History of a Song ” series. To most people, even mentioning House of the Rising Sun evokes memories of The Animals ‘ 1964 smash hit, with it’s instantly recognizable circular chord pattern in A-minor. The song itself, however, enjoys a hidden and 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. Eric Burdon - vocalsAlan Price - keyboardsHilton Valentine - guitarChas Chandler - bassJohn Steel - drums Lyrics There is a house in New OrleansThey call the House of the Rising Sun Lyrics by All Star Karaoke from the Karaoke: Classic Rock, Vol. 1 [30 Tracks] album - including song video, artist biography, translations and more: 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 o… There is a house way down 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. Mother was a tailor, yeah, yeah. Sewed my Levi jeans. My father was a gamblin’ man, yeah, yeah. Down, way down in New Orleans. Now the only thing a gamblin’ man ever needs. There is a house In New Orleans They call the rising sun And its been the ruin Of many a poor boy And god I know Im one Well my mama was a tailor She sewed my new bluejeans My father was a gamblin PBUm.

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