The House of the Rising Sun lyrics

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.

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'll be satisfied

Is when he's on a drug.

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 its been the ruin

of many a-poor boys

And god I know I'm one

Well I've got one foot on the platform,

the other on the train.

I'm going back to New Orleans

to wear that ball and chain...