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 young boy
And me, I'm one

My mother, she was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

Oh mother, go tell your children
Not to do what I have done
[?] sin and misery
They call the Rising Sun

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

Because there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor young boy
And me me me, I'm one