The 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 lord I know I'm one My mother was a tailor And she sow my new blue jeans My father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans And the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time when he is satisfied Is when he is all drunk Oh mother Tell your children Not to do what I have done Live your life in sin and misery In the house of the rising sun I had one foot on the platform and the other on a train I'm going to town to New orleans To wear that ball and chain There is a house in new orleans They call it the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And lord I know I'm one And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And lord I know I'm one