The House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruing for many 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 Down in New Orleans. Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's satsfied is when he's 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 it's been the ruin for many a poor boy And god, i know i'm one.