House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the ruins 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 gambling man
Way down in New Orleans

The only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
The only time that he's satisfied
Is when he's 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

With one foot on the platform
The other on a train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one
And God, I know I'm one
And God, I know I'm one