House of the Rising Sun - Abby Anderson

There is a house in Western 'York

They call the Rising Sun

And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy

My God, I hear, them come

My mother was a tailor

She sewed these new, blue seams

Our fathers were, legends of men

Who moved like Western streams

I’m goin' back to Western 'York

Where hearts beat loud as one

To the house

To the men, who raise the sun

There is a house in Western 'York

They call the Rising Sun

And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy

My God, I hear, them come