House Of The Rising Sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And its been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know Im one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time hes satisfied
Is when hes 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 got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
Im goin back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And its been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know Im one
