The House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call, The Rising Sun
And its been a ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know, Im one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time that hes satisfied
Is when hes on 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
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call, The Rising Sun
And its been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know, Im one