House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor girl And God, I know I'm one My mother, she was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans And my father was a gamblin' man Way down in New Orleans And the only thing that a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time that he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Oh mothers, tell your children Not to do what I have done Live your life in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun 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