House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans They call, the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor boy 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 Down in New Orleans The only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk The only time he's satisfied Is when he's drunk Is when he's drunk Oh, mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your life un sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun In the House of the Rising Sun