House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans, baby

And it's called the Rising Sun

You know, it's been the ruin of many poor girls

Oh, Lord, Lord, I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans

You know, my father was just a gamblin' man

Way down, down in New Orleans

And the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time he'll be satisfied

Oh, is when, when he's on the trunk

I got one foot on, on the platform

And the other is on that train

You known I'm going back, back to New Orleans, baby

I got to wear, wear that ball and chain

So, mother, mother, mother, mother, tell your children

Don't you, don't you do what I have done

You've got to spend your life away from that misery

Of the house, house of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans

And it's called the Rising Sun