House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans They call The rising sun It's been the ruin of many a poor girl And God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sowed my new blue jeans My sweetheart He was a gamblin' lord Down in New Orleans Oh mother tell my baby sister Not to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orleans They call The rising sun It's one foot on the platform The other's on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain