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 young poor boy Well God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gambling man 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 all 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 With one foot on the platform The other on a 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 It's been the ruin of many young poor boy And God, I know I'm one And God, I know I'm one And God, I know I'm one