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 girl
And god i know i'm one
My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in new orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
The only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh, mother tell your children
Not to do what we have done
Spend your lives in chear misery
In the house of the rising sun
Well, there is a house in new orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many poor girl
And god i know i'm one