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

My father was a gamblin' man

Well, 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



Oh mother oh, tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Spend your life in sin and misery

In the house of the rising sun



Well, there is a house in New Orleans

They call the rising sun

Oh, and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

And God I know I'm one



And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

And God, I know 

Well, I know I'm one