House of the Rising Sun

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

Well, my mother was a tailor

She sewed my new bluejeans

And my father, he was a gambling man

Way down in New Orleans

Oh mother, tell your children

Not to do what I have done

That's to spend your life in sin and misery

In the house of the rising sun

Take me away from here

I've got one foot on that platform

And the other foot on the train

And I'm goin' back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

Yes I am

Oh, there is a house in New Orleans

That they call the rising sun

Yes they do

And it's been, yes it's been

The ruin of many a poor boy

And God. I know I'm one

And God, I'm one

And it's been, yes it's been

The ruin of many a poor boy

And God I know I'm one

Yes I know I'm one