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 a poor woman
And God only knows I know I’m one, yeah
My mother she worked for nothing
She sewed my new blue jeans
And my father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans
Now you could be a stranger
A prophet or a king
And still they’ll leave you dying down there
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he’s satisfied
Is when he’s on a drunk
Well 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
Well, I got one foot on the platform, yeah
The other foot on the train
I’m going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Now there is, there’s a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun, oh
And it’s been, been the ruin of many a poor woman
And God only knows I know I’m one, yes
And God only knows I know I’m one