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 poor boys

And 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

Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

The only way to keep him satisfied

Is when he's all 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

(Amazing Grace)

(How sweet the sound)

(That damned a wrench like me)

(I once was lost)

(And still not found)

(Had sight)

(Now I can't see)

There is a house in New Orleans

They call The Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin of many a small boy

And god, I know, I'm one

had sight

now I have none