Alt-J - 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 soul
And, Lord, my father's the 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


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 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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