Rising Sun

verse 1: 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 verse 2: My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Verse 3: 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 Verse 4: 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 Verse 5: 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 Verse 6: 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