House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun 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 Way down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he feels satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Oh, mothers, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of the Rising Sun I've got one foot on the platform And the other foot on the train I'm goin' right back, on down to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain 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 God, I know I'm one