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 sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans Only thing a gambling needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he'll be satisfied Is when he's all drunk Oh mother tell your children not to do what I have done spend your lives in sin and misery in the house of 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