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

God, I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans

My father was a gamblin' man

Down in New Orleans

Down in New Orleans

The only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

The only time he's satisfied

Is when he's on a drunk

Is when he's 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

In the House of the Rising Sun

Yeah, yeah, yeah