House Of The Rising Sun
The Platters · Other Songs - The Platters
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl,
And me, oh Lord is one
If I had listened to what my mother said
I'd have been at home today,
But I was young and foolish, Oh God
Let a gambler lead me astray
My mother is a taylor
She sews those new blue jeans
My sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord
Down in New Orleans
The only thing a drunkard needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
The only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
He'll fill his glasses to the brim
He passes them around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is bumming from town to town
Go tell my baby sister,
Never do what I have done
To shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's one foot on the platform
And the other one on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm goin' back to spend my life
Beneath that Rising Sun
The Platters - House Of The Rising Sun
The Platters' rendition of House Of The Rising Sun stands as a notable interpretation of the enduring folk standard. While the song is often associated with later rock adaptations, The Platters brought their signature smooth vocal harmonies and polished doo-wop sensibility to the narrative ballad. This recording reflects the group's versatility, moving beyond their typical romantic pop hits to tackle a darker, storytelling-driven piece. The arrangement showcases the ensemble's ability to blend emotional depth with their established style, offering a distinct perspective on the classic tale. As part of their broader discography, this track highlights the group's capacity to reinterpret traditional material within the framework of mid-century American popular music.