House of the Rising Sun

There Amis 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 Cwas a tailor,

she sewed my new blue jeans.

My father Cwas 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 drunk.

I've got one foot Con the platform,

the other's on the train.

I'm goin' back to New Orleans

to wear that ball and chain.

Well, mothers, Ctell your children

never do what I have done.

Spend your lives in sin and misery

in the house of the Rising Sun.

There Amis a house in New Orleans,

they call the „Rising Sun“.

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy.

And God knows, that I, I'm one.