About the song
Johnny Cash’s rendition of “House of the Rising Sun” is a haunting ballad that encapsulates the essence of folk storytelling and the soul of American music. Originally a traditional folk song with roots dating back to the early 20th century, its authorship remains ambiguous, allowing for various interpretations over the years.
Recorded by Johnny Cash for his 1964 album “American Recordings,” this version of “House of the Rising Sun” stands out for its raw emotion and Cash’s distinctive voice, which lends a deep, resonant quality to the song’s melancholic narrative. The album itself is part of Cash’s expansive catalog, known for its exploration of themes ranging from love and loss to redemption and spiritual introspection.
The song’s lyrical content tells the tale of a life gone astray in New Orleans, steeped in regret and yearning for redemption. Cash’s interpretation infuses the song with a sense of personal reflection and empathy, drawing listeners into its poignant storyline.
“House of the Rising Sun” has enjoyed enduring popularity, with various artists interpreting it throughout the decades. Cash’s rendition, while not his highest-charting single, resonated deeply with audiences and critics alike, showcasing his ability to reinterpret traditional music in his own powerful style.
Johnny Cash, known as the “Man in Black,” left an indelible mark on music history with his authentic storytelling and distinctive voice. His version of “House of the Rising Sun” remains a testament to his artistry and enduring influence, continuing to captivate listeners of all ages with its timeless tale of life’s trials and tribulations set against the backdrop of American folk tradition.
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Lyrics
There is a house 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
Way down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he feels satisfied
Is when he’s on a drunk
Oh, mothers, 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
And the other foot on the train
I’m goin’ right back, on down to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I’m one
My God, I know I’m one