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 poor girls

And God only knows I'm one

Hey-e-e-e-e-ey-ey

My mother was a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans

My father was a gamblin' man

Way down in New Orleans

Mmm, oh, yea-yeah

Good, oh, oh-oh-oh

Now the only thing that a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time he's satisfied

Is when he's on a drunk

Oh-oh, yeah-yeah

Oh, yeah-ah

Yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah

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

Oh-oh-oh, yea-oh-yeah

In the House of the Rising Sun

I got one foot on the platform

Then the other foot on the train and

I'm goin' back, goin' back

To New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

Oh, yeah-e-eah

To wear that ball and chain

Well, there is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin many of poor girls

So God only knows I'm one