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 My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs

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 My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs

Your love is, Your love is Your love is loyal More faithful than the rising sun This grace for me I can't outrun So constant, so perfect, unwavering And I know You will never change I could never earn Your heart I could never reach that far But You have

Lalalala-la-la In cold blood Crying zeros and I'm hearing 111s Pool, summer, summer, pool, pool summer Mister Caspian's killer told me so Heard it now on the radio Lalalala-lalala

They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy In the house of the rising sun There is a house in Sin City 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 Sin City

I could see the midnight sun. Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, warmer than the summer night The clouds were like an alabaster palace rising to a snowy height. Each star it's own aurora borealis, suddenly you held me tight, I can't explain the