House of the Rising Sun

There is a house

In new orleans

And they call it the house of the rising sun

It's been the ruin of many poor boy

And lord you know I'm one

Well my mother was a tailor

And she sewed my new blue jeans

And my father was well a bit of a gambling man

Way down in new orleans

Well the only thing that a gambler needs

Is a suitcase

And a truck

And the only time that he's ever so satisfied

Is when he's on on a drunk

Well amazing grace how sweet

Oh the sound that saved a wretch like me

I once was lost but now I am found

I was blind but now I see

And I've got one

Foot on the platform

And the other one sitting on a train

I'm going down way down all the way to new orleans

Where that ball and chain

Well there is a house

In new orleans

And they call it the house of the rising sun

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

And lord you know I'm one

Oh my god well you know

I'm one