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 poor boy
And God, I know, I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans
And the only things a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
Spend your life in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun
So mothers, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
She sewed my new blue jeans
Down in New Orleans

I've got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear the ball and chain

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