House of the Rising Sun

By Kurt Hardy

There is a house down in San Antone

Called the House of the Rising Sun

It’s there that lives have wasted away

And God I know I am one

Mama always told me about God’s Holy Word

How His promises could set my soul free

But I wouldn’t listen to what mama said

Now drugs have a hold on me

I told myself it was a visit; I wasn’t gonna to stay very long

Just wanted to look and see, it wouldn’t get a hold on me

But my friend, I was so very wrong

Now every night and day, I can’t get away

From the pipe that is in my hand

My head spins around, like a slave I am bound

This is not, the future I had planned

So parents tell your children, not to do what I’ve done

Living a life of shame, with misery and pain

In the House, of the Rising Sun