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 other poor boys
And God, I know, I'm one

My mother, she was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father, he was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

And the only thing a gambler needs is
A suitcase and a trunk
And the only time is satisfied
And when he's on a drunk

Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun

Well I've got one foot on the platform
And the other on the train
I am going back to New Orleans
To 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 other poor boys
And God, I know, I'm the one