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.



My mother was a tailor,

she sewed my new blue jeans.

My father was a gambling man,

down in New Orleans.



Now the only thing a gambler needs

is a suitcase and a trunk.

And the only time he's satisfied

is when he's on a drunk.



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.



Well I got one foot on the platform and

the other foot on the train.

I'm goin 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.