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

Well God, I know I'm one

My mother she was a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans

And my father, he was drunk gamblin' down

Way down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time that he's satisfied

Is when he's on a drunk

Oh tell my baby sister

Not to do what I have done

But to shun that house down in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

Now it's one foot on the platform

The other one was on the train

I'm goin' back to end my life

And to wear that ball and chain

There is a house down in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

It's been the ruin of many poor boy

Well God, I know I'm one

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun