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