House of the Rising Sun

Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many, young, poor boys And 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 Now the only thing a gambler ever needs Is a suitcase and a gun And the only time that he is satisfied Is when he's on the run So one foot on the platform The other is on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain So mothers, tell your children Not to do what I have done Not to spend your life in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun Well Now there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many, young, poor boys And god I know That I'm one.