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 I, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans And the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase in the trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on drunk Oh mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lifes in sin and misery In the 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 a poor boy And I, I know I'm one