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 poor soul
 And, Lord, my father's one
 My mother, she's a tailor
 She sews those new blue jeans
 To keep my gambling father drunk
 Deep down in New Orleans
 It's a happy, happy, happy
 Happy, fun day, day
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 Like a bird flying over forest fire
 My father feels the heat beneath his wings
 And in debt he leaves for another town
 Where he gambles and, drunk, he still drinks
 My mother hides from pleasure
 And thinks of father on her knees
 Lifted in the arms of God
 Away from New Orleans
 Happy, happy, happy
 Happy, fun day, day
 Happy, happy, happy
 Happy, fun day, day
 

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Song Details

Duration
05:20
Key
2
Tempo
114 BPM

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