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 brand new jeans,
My daddy was a Gambling Man, way down in New Orleans

 

The only thing a gambler needs, is a suitcase and a trunk
The only time he's satisfied, is when he's on a drunk

 

Middle eight

 

Go tell my baby brother, not to do what I have done.
Don't spend his life in misery, in the house of the rising sun.

One foot on the platform, the other on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans to wear my ball and chain

 

Cause there is 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.