House of the Rising Sun Lyrics

There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many of poor boy
And God I know I'm one
Mother was a tailor
Sewed my Leema jeans
My father was a gamblin' man, yeah yeah
Down, down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler man every needs
Is a suitcase load and trunk
And the only time a foul like him is 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

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one