House Of The Rising Sun, The

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

It's been the ruin of many poor boy

And Lord I know I'm one

Go tell my brother Phillip

Don't do what I have done

To shun the house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

Our mother she was a tailor

She sewed our old bluejeans

Our father he was a gambler

Way down in New Orleans

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the death of many poor boy

And Lord I know I'm one

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 mother tell your children

Not to do what I have done

To spend their life in sin and misery

In the house of the Rising Sun

With one foot on the platform

And the other foot on the train

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 death of many poor boy

And Lord I know I'm one