The House of the Rising Sun

There is a house down in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun 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 And my father was a gamblin man Down in New Orleans Well mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your life in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun With one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain 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 God I know I'm one There is a house There is a house There is a house