House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the rising sun

And its been the ruins of many a poor boy

And god I know Im one

My mother was a taylor

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 a trunk

And the only time you keep him satisfied

Is when hes all a drunk

Oh mother tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Spend your life in sin and misery

In the house of the rising sun

I got one foot on the platform

The other on a train

And Im goin?back to New Orleans

To swing that ball and chain

Yeah, there is a house in New Orleans

They call the rising sun

And its been the ruins of many a poor boy

And God I know Im one