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 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 Mothers… 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 The other foot on the train I'm goin' 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 been the ruin of many a poor boy And God… I know… I'm one…..