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

Dear God, I know I was one

My mother was a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans

And my father was a gamblin' man

Way down in New Orleans

And the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time he's satisfied

Is when he's a drunk

Oh, mother, tell your children

Not to do what I have done

To spend your lives in sin and misery

In the house of the rising sun

I got one foot on the platform

And another on the train

And I'm going back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

Dear God, I know I was one

Dear God, I know I was the one