House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans

 They call the Rising Sun

 And it's been the ruin of many a poor boys

 And God I know I'm one

 

 My mother was a tailor

 She sewed my new bluejeans

 My father was a gamblin' man

 Down in New Orleans

 

 Now the only thing a gambler needs

 Is a suitcase and trunk

 And the only time he's satisfied

 Is when he's on a 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 got one foot on the platform

 I got the other foot on the train

 I gotta go down 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 of many a poor boys

 And God I know I'm one