House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many poor boy
And God, I know, I'm a-one

Well, my mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
And my father he was a gambler man
We down in New Orleans

Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Not to spend your life in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun

(Take me away from here)

I put one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
And I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

(Yes, I will!)

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
That they call the Rising Sun

(Yes, they do)

And it's been, yes it's been the ruin of many poor boy
And God, I know I'm one
And God, I know I'm one

And It's been, yes it's been the ruin of many poor boy
And God I know I'm one
Yes, I'm the one