House of the Rising Sun

There is a house 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 oneMy mother was a tailor

She sewed my new bluejeans

My father was a gamblin' man

Down in New OrleansNow the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and trunk

And the only time that he's satisfied

Is when he's on a drunkOh, 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'