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 poor boys and Lord I know I'm one

My mother she was a taylor she sowed my new blue jeans

My father he was a gambler way down in New Orleans

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 a drunk

There is a house in New Orleans

Poor mother go tell all your children not to do what I have done

Spend your life in sin and misery in a house of the Rising Sun

Well I got one foot on the black farm the other foot on a train

I'm goin' back to New Orleans wear that ball and chain

There is a house in New Orleans

Yes Lord I know I'm on