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 other poor boys
And God, I know, I'm one

My mother was a tailor
She 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 a trunk
The only way to keep him satisfied
Is when he's all a drunk

Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun

(Amazing Grace
How sweet the sound
That damned a wrench like me
I once was lost
And still not found
Had sight
Now I can't see)

There is a house in New Orleans
They call The Rising Sun (yeah)
And it's been the ruin of many a small boy
And god, I know, I'm one

(Had sight now I have none)