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 girl

And God I know I'm one

My mother she's a tailor

She sews those new bluejeans

My father he's a gamblin' man

Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and trunk

And the only time he's ever satisfied

Is when he's on a drunk

I got one foot on the platform

The other foot on the train

I'm goin' back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

Oh mother tell your children

Not to do as I have done

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 girl

And God I know I'm one