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, she was a tailor

And she sewed my new blue jeans

Well my father was a gamblin' man

Way down in New Orleans

Oh, well mother, mother tell your children please

Not to do, do what I have done

Spend your lives in sin, oh and misery

Way down in the house of the rising sun

Oh woo

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