The House of the 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 Dear God, I know I was one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans And my father was a gamblin' man Way down in New Orleans And the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's a drunk Oh, mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done To spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of the rising sun I got one foot on the platform And another on the train And I'm going back 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 many a poor boy Dear God, I know I was one Dear God, I know I was the one