House of the Rising Sun

House of the Rising Sun - The Hit Co.

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 gamblin' man

Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and the trunk

And the only time he's satisfied

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, I got one foot on the platform

The other foot on the train

I'm goin' back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

Well, 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