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, he was a gamblin' man

Way down in New Orleans

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, he was a gamblin' man

Way down in New Orleans

Oh, mother, tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Don't spend your life in sheer misery

In the House of the Rising Sun

Don't spend your life

In the House of the Rising Sun

Don't, don't, don't spend your life

In the House of the Rising Sun