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
Dear God, I know I’m one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Way down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase in the trunk
And the only time that he's satisfied
Is when he's on a 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

I got one foot on the platform
And the other on the train
I'm goin' 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 a poor boy
Dear God, I know I’m one
Oh God, I know I'm one