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 tailorest, she sewed my new bluejeans; 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 that he's satisfied is when he's down and drunk. So, mothers tell, tell your children not to do what I have done ... aahoooo, not to spend there lives in sin and misery in the House of the Rising Sun. I got one foot on the platform and another on the train; I'm goin' now (home?) 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 and, God, I know I'm one. Outro