The House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know, I am one My mother was a tailor She sew my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase, is a suitacase and a trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's all 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, the other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans You wear, you wear that balls and chains Mother already told you There is a house You know, there is a house in New Orleans They call... You know they call it The Rising Sun And It's been, it's been the ruin of many poor girl And God, I know, I am one