The House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun

And it's been 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 he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk

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

To spend your lives in sin and misery

In the house of the rising sun

I got one foot on the platform

And another on the train

And I'm going back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rosin Sons

And in spite of many, poor boy, dear God, I know I was one.

Dear God, I know I was one.