The House of the Rising Sun

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

And 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 trunk

And the only time he'll be 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

And the other's on the train

I'm goin' back to New Orleans

To wear these ball and chain

Well 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