Altj – House Of The Rising Sun Lyrics

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And its been the ruin of many poor soul
And, Lord, my fathers one

My mother, shes a tailor
She sews those new blue jeans
To keep my gambling father drunk
Deep down in New Orleans

Its a happy, happy, happy
Happy, fun day, day

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