House of the Rising Sun

There is a place in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor man And Lord know, I'm one My mother, she's a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father is a gamblin'man Down in New Orleans There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor man And Lord know, I'm one The only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk The only time that he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk So, mama, please, tell your children Not to do what I've done Stay away from the house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun Tell them stay away There is a place in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor man And God knows, I'm one My mother, she's a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father is a gamblin'man Down in New Orleans There is a place in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun So, mama, tell your children, please, stay away From the place they call the Rising Sun There is a place in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor man And Lord knows, I'm one