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 a poor boy

And god I know I'm one

Was a tailor

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 to be satisfied

Is when he's all drunk

Oh mother tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Spend your life is in sin and misery

In the house of the rising sun

Well I've got one foot on the platform

The other on the train

I'm going back to new orleans

To wear that ball and chain

There is a house in new orleans

They call the rising sun

And been the ruin of many a poor boy

And god I know I'm one