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 sowed 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

Now mothers, tell you children

Not to do what I have done

Don’t spend your life in sin and misery

In the house of the rising sun

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