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

Yeah God, I know I was one

My mother was a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans

And my father was a gamblin' man

Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time he's satisfied

Is when he's all drunk

Oh mother, tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Don't spend your lives in sin and misery

In 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 a poor boy

Dear God I know I'm one

Yeah God, I know I was the one