House of the Rising Sun

Many a poor boy

Many a poor boy

Many a poor boy

Many a poor boy

There is a house in New Orleans

And they call it the Rising Sun

And 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

And my daddy 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 that he's satisfied

Is when he's good and drunk

Mother, tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Don't waste your life in sin and misery

In the House of the Rising Sun

Now, there is a house in New Orleans

And they call it the Rising Sun

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

And God, I know I'm one

Down in New Orleans

Down in New Orleans

Down in New Orleans

Down in New Orleans

Down in New Orleans

Down in New Orleans

Down in New Orleans

Down in New Orleans

Down in New Orleans

Down in New Orleans