House of 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 gambling man
Down in New Orleans.

Only thing a gambling needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he'll be satisfied
Is when he's all drunk.

Oh, mother tell your children not to do
what I have done
spend your lives in sin and misery
in the house of 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.