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 poor boy

And God I know I'm oneMy mother was a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans

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 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