House Of The Rising Sun

	There is a house in New Orleans,
	They call the rising sun.
	Well it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,
	And God I know I'm one.
	Oh mother, tell your children,
	Not to do what I have done.
	You spend your lives in sin and misery
	In the house of the rising sun.
	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.