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, she's a tailor Sewed my new blued jeans My father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans The only thing a gambler needs A suitcase and a trunk The only way to keep him satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Now mother tell your children Never do what I have done To shun the house in New Orleans Amid the rising sun I got one foot on the platform The other's on the train And I'm going back to spend my life Wearing 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