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
 My mother was a tailor
 Sewed my new blue jeans
 My father was a gamblin' man
 Down in New Orleans
 Now 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
 Spend your lives in sin and misery
 In the house of the rising sun
 Well, I 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
 Well, 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