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
And 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

Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Don't spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun…

Don't spend your lives
In the House of the Rising Sun…
Don't spend your lives
In the House of the Rising Sun…