House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many poor boys And God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my old blue jeans My father was a foolish man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing the foolish needs Is a suitcase and a trunk Now the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on the run Hey heey eeey Oh Mother, hmm, tell your children To do as I say, not as I've done Spending your life in misery and sin In the house of the rising sun Now I'm running to the station Got my two feet on this train But I know I'll wake where it's begun To live my life There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many poor boys And God, I know I'm one