House Of The Rising Sun

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

And it's been a ruin of many poor boys.

And God, I know I'm one.

My mother was a tailor, and she sewed my new blue jeans.

And my father was a gambling man, down in New Orleans.

Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk.

And the only time he's satisfied is when he's on a gong.

Oh mothers, tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Spend your days and lives in sin and misery

In the hours of the rising sun

I've got one foot on the platform

and the other foot is on that train and I'm going back oh I'm going back to New

Orleans to where that bowling team where there is a house in New Orleans and they

They call it the rising sun

Well it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

And God, I know I'm one