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

And God, He knows I'm one

My mother was a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans

My father, was a gamblin' man

Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing, a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

Now the only, time that he be satisfied

Is when he's all drunk

Mother, tell your children

Not to do what I have done

She'll say spend your life, in sin and misery

In the house of the rising sun

Now there is a house

In New Orleans

They call the rising sun

And it's been the ruin, of many a poor boy

And God, knows I'm one