The 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 She sewed my old blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's ever satisfied Is when he's on a drunk *Solo* 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 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...