House of the Rising Sun (432 Hz) 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 Lord I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans

My father was a gamblin' man

Way down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time he's satisfied

Is when he's on the drunk

Now mother tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Don't spend your life in sin and misery

In the House of the Rising Sun