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 was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Well, down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

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

Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
Oh, and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know
Well, I know I'm one