House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
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 new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he'll be satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

Now mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
And spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one