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
And my father was a gambling 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 boy
And God, I know, I'm one

Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Don't spend your life 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
Yeah, I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear my ball and chain

I know a place in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been a ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know, I'm one

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