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.

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"

Well, I got one foot on the platform,
The other foot on the train,
I'm going back to New Orleans,
To wear that ball and chain.

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
And God, I know, I'm one