House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the rising sun

It's been the ruin for many a poor girl, and me, oh Lord, I'm one

My mother was a taylor, she sewed our new blue jeans

My father was a gambling man, down in New Orleans

If I had listened to what my mother said

I'd have been at home today

But I was young and foolish, oh, God, let a rambler lead me astray

Oh Mothers, tell your children not to do what I have done

To spend their lives in sin and misery

In the house of the rising sun

I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run

I'm going back to spend my life beneath the rising sun