House Of The Rising Sun

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/girl
 And me oh God, was one
 My mother she a tailor
 She sewed old new blue jeans
 My father was a gamblin' man
 Drinks down in New Orleans
 Well the only thing a gambler needs
 Is a suitcase and trunk
 And the only thing she likes
 Is when he's on a drunk
 Oh my baby sister, 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