House of the rising sun
There is a house in new orleansThey call the rising sunAnd it's been the ruin of many a poor boyAnd god i know i'm one
My mother was a tailorShe sewed my new bluejeansMy father was a gamblin' manDown in new orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needsIs a suitcase and trunkAnd the only time he's satisfiedIs when he's on a drunk
Oh mother tell your childrenNot to do what i have doneSpend your lives in sin and miseryIn the house of the rising sun
Well, i got one foot on the platformThe other foot on the trainI'm goin' back to new orleansTo wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in new orleansThey call the rising sunAnd it's been the ruin of many a poor boyAnd god i know i'm one