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 other poor boys
 And 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
 And the only thing a gambler needs is
 A suitcase and a trunk
 And the only time he'll be 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've got one foot on the platform
 And the other on the train
 I am going 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 other poor boys
 And god, I know, I'm one