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 gamblin' 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 goin' 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