House of the rising sun

There is a house down in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy and me

Oh God, I'm one

My mother was a tailor

She sowed these old blue jeans

My father was a gambler, Lord

Down in New Orleans

The only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time he's ever satisfied

Is when he's on a drunk

Go tell my baby sister

Not to do the the things I've done

Outshine that house down in New Orleans

That they call the Rising Sun

There is a house down in New Orleans

That they call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy and me

Oh God, I'm one