The 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 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 that 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, 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