House of the Rising Sun / Amazing Grace

There is a house in New Orleans
 They call the Rising Sun
 And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
 Dear God, I know I was one
 My mother 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 a gambler needs
 Is a suitcase in the trunk
 And the only time he's satisfied
 Is when he's on a drunk
 Oh mother, tell your children
 Not to do what I have done
 Don't spend your life in sin and misery
 In the House of the Rising Sun
 I got one foot on the platform
 And another on the train
 And 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
 Dear God, I know I was one
 Dear God, I know I was the one