» 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 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's satisfied
Is when he's stone cold drunk.

(solo)

Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done;
To spend your lives in sin and misery,
In the House of the Rising Sun.

I got one foot on the platform,
The other on the train.
I'm goin' 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 a poor boy.
And God, I know; I'm one.