The House Of The Rising Sun
There is a house in Sin CityThey 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 blue jeansMy father was a gamblin' manDown in Sin City
Now the only thing a gambler needsIs a suitcase and a trunkAnd the only time he's satisfiedIs when he's on a drunk
Well, I've got one foot on the platformThe other's on the trainI'm goin' back to Sin CityTo wear that ball and chain
Well, mother, tell your childrenNever do what I have doneSpend your lives in sin and miseryIn the house of the rising sun
In the house of the rising sun
Well, there is a house in Sin CityThey call the Rising SunAnd it's been the ruin of many a poor boyAnd God, knows I, I'm one