House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in Sin City

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin of many a 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 Sin CityNow 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 drunkWell, I've got one foot on the platform

The other's on the train

I'm goin' back to Sin City

To wear that ball and chainWell, mother, tell your children

Never do what I have done

Spend your lives in sin and misery

In the house of the rising sunIn the house of the rising sunWell, there is a house in Sin City

They call the Rising Sun

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

And God, knows I, I'm one