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 new 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 satisfied

is when he's on a drunk.

[upbeat music] 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, 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.