The 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 a poor boy And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor 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 all 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 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 Well 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