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 sewed my new blue jeans And my father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans 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 Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Don't spend your life in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun Well, I got one foot on the platform And the other foot on the train Yeah, I'm going back to New Orleans To wear my ball and chain I know a place in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been a ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know, I'm one 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