House of the Rising Sun Lyrics

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the 'Rising Sun'
And it's been the ruin of
many a young poor boy
And, God, I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' 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
In the House of the Rising Sun
I got one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well there is a house in New Orleans
They call the 'Rising Sun'
And its been the ruin of
many a young poor boy
And God, I know I'm one