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 boy And God, I know I was one

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

and my father was a gambling 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 I'm 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 Rising Sun

And it's bed of many, poor boy

Dear God, I know I was one

Dear God, I know I was wrong