House if the Rising Sun/Amazing Grace (Medley)

There is a house down in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

It's been the ruin of many a poor boy

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 New Orleans

The only thing that a gambler needs

Is a suitcase in a trunk

The only time when he is satisfied

Is when he's on a drunk

Oh, mother, tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Spend your lives in sin and misery

In the House of the Rising Sun

I've got one foot on the platform

The other foot on the train

I'm goin' back home to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

And I'm goin' back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me!

And I once was lost, but now, now I'm found

Was blind, but now I see

Through many dangers, toils and snares

I have already come

'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far

And grace will lead me home

And grace will lead me home

There is a house down in New Orleans

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound

They call the Rising Sun

That saved a wretch like me!

It's been the ruin of many a poor boy

And I once was lost, but now, now I'm found

And God, I know I'm one

Was blind, but now I see

And God, I know I'm one

Was blind, but now I see