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 to 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
And God, I know I m one
And God, I know I m one
And God, I know I m one