House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans 
they call the Risin’ Sun 
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 new blue jeans 
My father was a gamblin’ man 
Down in New Orleans 

The only thing a gambler needs 
is a suitcase and a trunk 
and the only time that 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 risin’ sun 

I’ve 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 

He fills his glasses up to the brim 
And hell pass the cards around 
And the only pleasure he gets out of life 
is ramblin’ from town to town 

I’m a-goin’ back to New Orleans 
My race is almost run 
I’m goin back to end my life 
Down in the risin’ sun