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 boy and God I know

I'm one

My mother

was a

a tailor. She sewed my new blue jeans. 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 drunk.

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

Spend your lives in sin and misery.

It's out of the rising sun.

I got one foot on the platform, the other

foot on the frame. I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that bow I chained. And God, you

know I'm one.