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 young poor boy
Well God, I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

The only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
The only time that heis satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

Oh, mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your life in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

With one foot on the platform
Thе other on a train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wеar that ball and chain

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many young poor boys
And God, I know I'm one
And God, I know I'm one
And God, I know I'm one