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

She sewed my new blue jeans

My father was a gamblin' man

Down, down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time he's really satisfied

Is when he's on a drunk

Oh mother tell your children

Not to do what I have done

To spend your lives in sin and misery

In the House of the Rising Sun

With one foot on the platform

And the other on the train

I'm goin' back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

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