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

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 satisfied
Is when he's on a Trump

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