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

She sewed my new blue jeans

And my father was a gambling man

Down in New Orleans

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

Oh mother, tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Don't spend your life in sin and misery

In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform

And the other foot on the train

Yeah, I'm going back to New Orleans

To wear my ball and chain

I know a place in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

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

And God, I know, I'm one

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