Lyric 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
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was gamblin man
Down in New Orleans

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

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 going 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