House of the Rising Sun
David Allan Coe Lyrics


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There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun,
And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy,
And God, I know I'm one.

My mother was a tailor,
Sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gambling' man
Down in New Orleans.

Now, the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk,
And the only time he'll be satisfied
Is when he's all 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.

Well, I've got one foot on the platform,
The other foot on the train.
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun,




And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy,
And God, I know I'm one.

Overall Meaning

The song, "House of the Rising Sun" by David Allan Coe, tells the story of a man who is reflecting on his past mistakes and regrets. He speaks of a house in New Orleans, known as the Rising Sun, which has been the ruin of many poor boys, including himself. He reflects on his family background, with a mother who was a tailor and a father who was a gambler. He speaks of how a gambler only needs a suitcase and a trunk and how they are only satisfied when they're drunk. He warns others not to follow in his footsteps, spending their lives in sin and misery in the house of the Rising Sun.


It is evident that the house of the Rising Sun is a metaphor for a place of temptation and vice that many are drawn to and end up regretting later on in life. The singer is remorseful and aware of his mistakes and warns others to avoid the same fate. The song is a cautionary tale about the perils of vice and the importance of making responsible choices.


Line by Line Meaning

There is a house in New Orleans
There is a specific house in New Orleans


They call the Rising Sun
It's referred to as the Rising Sun


And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy
The house has destroyed the lives of many poor boys who have been drawn to it


And God, I know I'm one
The artist is admitting to being one of the poor boys who has been destroyed by the house


My mother was a tailor
The artist's mother had the profession of being a tailor


Sewed my new blue jeans
She made a new pair of blue jeans for the singer


My father was a gambling' man
The singer's father had a gambling addiction


Down in New Orleans
He lived in New Orleans


Now, the only thing a gambler needs
The artist is about to provide his opinion on what a gambler needs


Is a suitcase and a trunk
To the artist, a gambler needs only a suitcase and a trunk to keep the items that they acquire with their gambling earnings


And the only time he'll be satisfied
According to the singer, the only time a gambler can truly be content is


Is when he's all drunk
Only when the gambler is drunk will they be satisfied with their winnings and gambling lifestyle


Oh, Mother, tell your children
The singer is giving advice to mothers


Not to do what I have done
They should inform their children to avoid the same mistakes and choices that they have made


Spend your lives in sin and misery
If they do not follow that advice, they will end up leading a life of immorality and despair


In the house of the Rising Sun
Just like the poor boys mentioned earlier in the song, they will end up in the same destructive place


Well, I've got one foot on the platform
The artist is referencing a train station platform


The other foot on the train.
The singer is ready to get on a train


I'm going back to New Orleans
The singer is returning to New Orleans


To wear that ball and chain
The artist is resigned to a certain fate and is returning to face the consequences of their actions


Well, there is a house in New Orleans
The song concludes as it started with a repetition of the opening line


They call the Rising Sun
Once again, the house is referred to as the Rising Sun


And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy,
The song comes full circle and reiterates the destruction caused by the house


And God, I know I'm one.
The song ends with the artist once again admitting to being one of the unfortunate victims of the house




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Alan Price

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Dr. Craphead


on Damn I Wish I Was a Nigger

The song is not by David Allan Coe

Niggerhatingme


on Nigger Hatin Me

I like sugar and I like tea
But I don't like niggers, no sir-e
There are two lone things that'll make me puke
That's a hog eating slop and a big black spook

You know it, 'cuz I show it
Like a barnyard rooster I crow it
And the NAACP would sure like to get
A hold of nigger hatin' me.

Roses are red and violets are blue
Niggers are black and you know that's true
But they don't mind 'cuz what the heck
You gotta' be black to get a welfare check.

.And I'm broke, no joke. I ain't got a nickle
For a coat and I ain't black you see, so Uncle
Sam won't help poor nigger hatin' me.

Jigga-boo Jigga-boo where are you? I was
Here on the woodpile watching you. Jigga-boo
Jigga-boo come outdoors. No! I'sa scared of the

White man way down south.

You know it, 'cuz I show it. Stick your black
Head out and I blow it and the NAACP can't keep
You away from 'lil 'ol nigger hatin' me.

Mirror mirror on the wall who is the blackest
Of them all? A man named King it ain't no doubt
And he's causin' lots of trouble with his baboon
Mouth. Oh no it's he's a done it, caused by the
Trouble he's a brewin' and the NAACP can't win if
The white man stick with nigger hatin' me.

Hey Mr. President what'd ya say? When are we
Whites gonna have our day? The niggers've had
Theirs for such a long long time. I'm a white
And it's time that I had mine.

You know it, 'cuz I show it. Stick your black head
Out and I blow it and the NAACP can't win if the
White man stick with nigger hatin' me.

Nigger hatin me'
Nigger hatin me'
Nigger hatin me'
Nigger hatin me'

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Ben - Moderator


on Nigger hatin me

Jigga-boo come outdoors. No! I'sa scared of the White man way down south.

Meaning of this line above has now been corrected

Matt


on Nigger hatin me

Who ever did the meaning lines is funny... woodpile is a real term, and when it says jig aboo come out doors, he imitates a poor sounding guy saying he's afraid of the racist whites from the south cuz if they even show themselves in public, they were a target. This is a bad song about the unspoken truth

cemegonuts


on You piss me off...you fuckin' jerk

This is not David Allen Coe. It is a song written by Gaye Delorme and performed by Garry Lee and Showdown.

Teresa Warnke


on Pick Em, Lick Em, Stick Em

Are there any decent constitutional lawyers in the house?
Mr. Coe has been barred from performing in most public forums.
He is one the last surviving Outlaws of country music. Although, Nigger Fucker has racist theme, Mr. Coe was defended by his life long friend, Charlie Pride, who inspired the song, all of his days. They were close friends until the end.
David Allen COE is elderly and we don't have long to have an opportunity to see him perform. What is more is that he deserves to use his constitutional right to free speech.
Some would like to have this song and many more that feel are offensive removed from existence. I am not a racist and recognize the foulness of the song, but, I am mature enough to turn off music or any other media that I don't like.
Personally, the Brian Adam's song, "Rum to You", makes me sick, as does Reba Macy tyre's, "Fancy" and "Whoever's in New England".
Ms. Macy tires songs if a mother pimping out her daughter and an abandoned housewife faithfully waiting for her man to return from fucking his mistress hurts women. The Brian Adam's song also hurts women. I do not for a minute believe that this music should never be heard again. It does provide opportunity to discuss these things with younger people.
I am going to delete my YouTube music account because they removed DAC for it's content. I did have much respect for YouTube for it's American spirit and patriotism even though the way they pay their talent is nonsensical. One deletion is a demonstration of what will follow. Eventually this could lead to less freedoms for all of us.
Please don't fall into the currant popular victim trend. Turn off music you don't like and get on with your day.
Or stand up to censorship of the arts.
Thank You,
Teresa Warnke

Rodan


on Cum Stains on the Pillow

Dribble it on her nose!

11inthemoney


on Itty Bitty Titty

Young sex is the best

11inthemoney


on Itty Bitty Titty

Shucks it's cool.

Rodan


on Cum Stains on the Pillow

Another AWESOME DAC song that makes me bellylaugh!!!

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