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 boy,

And God, I know I'm 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 a trunk.

And the only time he's satisfied

Is when he's on a drunk.

Oh mother tell your children

Not to do what I have done,

To spend your life 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.

I'm 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 a poor boy,

And God, I know I'm one.