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 boy
And God, I know I'm one

My mother, she was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father, he was a gamblin' man
Down, down in New Orleans

Oh, mother, tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
To spend your life in pain and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Got one foot on the platform
The other's on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Oh, mother, tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
But to shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans