House of the Rising Sun Lyrics

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

Way 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 the run

Oh mother, tell your children

Not to do what I've done

Spend your lives in sin and misery

In the House of the Rising Sun

Spend your lives in sin and misery

In the House of the Rising Sun