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

And, God, I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor

Sewed my new blue jeans

My father was a gambling man

Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs

His suitcase and a trunk

And the only time he's satisfied

Is when he's all, all drunk

Is when he's all, all drunk

Mother, tell your children

Not to do what I have done

To spend their life in sin and misery

In the house of the Rising Sun

One foot on the platform

He's got the other foot on the train

You know he's going back to New Orleans

He's gonna wear, he's gonna wear that ball and chain

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, I know I'm one

Take me back down the road, take me home

Down on my luck, out of the way

Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey, hey

And, God, I know I'm one