House of the rising sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of manys a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor as
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans

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

So mothers tell, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
ohhh
Not to spend there lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

I got one foot on the platform
And an other one on the train
I'm going the house to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of manys a poor boy
And God I know I'm the one

Poor poor boy (10x)