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 was a gambling man Down in New Orleans Oh, mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In 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 God, I know I'm one Oh tell your children Oh tell your children I know I'm one