House of the Rising Sun
The Dead South
| | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | There is a house in New Orleans They call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy Well 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 | || | | | || | The only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk The only time that he's satisfied Is when he's all a'drunk | || | | | || | Oh mother, tell your children Not do what I have done Spend your life in sin and misery In the house of the rising sun | || | | | || | With one foot on the platform The other on a train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain There is a house in New Orleans They call the rising sun It's been the ruin of many a poor boy Well God, I know I'm one Well God, I know I'm one And God, I know I'm one