The 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 me my Lord I'm one

My mother shr did raise me
She fed me pork and beans
My father was a gamblin' man
Way down in New Orleans

I wrambled this world over
Ain't found no friends no rest
I'm going back to New Orleans
The place they know me best

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
And it's called the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And me my Lord I'm one
And me my Lord I'm one, I'm one, I'm one
Yes I'm one.