House of the Rising Sun Lyrics

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many, young, 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 ever needs
Is a suitcase and a gun

And the only time that he is satisfied
Is when he's on the run
So one foot on the platform
The other is on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
So mothers, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Not to spend your life in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Well
Now there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many, young, poor boys
And god
I know
That I'm one.