The House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruing for many poor boy

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

And the only time he's satsfied is when he's on 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.

Well, there is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

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

And god, i know i'm one.