House Of The Rising Sun

Oh there is a house in New Orleans.

They call the Rising Sun.

It's been the ruin of many young poor girls

And God I know I'm one.

My mother, she was a tailor, yeah yeah

She sewed my new blue jeans

My father, he was a gamblin man

Down in New Orleans.

I got one foot on the platform, yeah

The other foot on the train

I'm going back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

Oh mother please tell your children, oh yeah

Not to do what I have done

Go and spend their lives in sin and misery

In the house of the Rising Sun.

Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time he will be satisfied

Is when he's all drunk.

Oh there is a house in New Orleans.

They call the Rising Sun.

It's been the ruin of many young poor girls

And God I know I'm one.