House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans,

It's call the "Rising Sun",

and it's been the ruin of many a 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.

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.

I've got one foot on the platform

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 ruin of many a poor boy

And God, I know, I'm one

I know I'm one