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 poor boys And God, I know I was one

My mother was a tailor. She sewed my new blue jeans.

And my father was a gamblin' man Way down in New Orleans

And the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time that he's satisfied is when he's gone drunk

Oh mother, tell your children not to do what I have done

To spend your life, sealed in misery, in the house of the rising sun

And I'm one foot on the platform, and another on the train.

And I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain.

Oh, yeah, yeah, to wear that ball and chain.

There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun.

It's been the ruin of many a poor boy

Dear God, I know I was one

I was one, I'm one

Dear God, I know I was one