House of the Rising Sun
Traditional
There is a house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
God, I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Down in New Orleans
The only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
The only time he's satisfied
Is when he's drunk
Is when he's drunk
Oh, mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your life un sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
In the House of the Rising Sun