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 girl
And God I know I m one

My mother she s a tailor
She sews those new bluejeans
My father he s 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 ever satisfied
Is when he s on a drunk

I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I m goin back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Oh mother tell your children
Not to do as I have done
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
And it s been the ruin of many a poor girl
And God I know I m one