House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call The Rising Sun
It’s been the ruin of many poor boys
And God I know I’m one
My mother was a taylor
She sewed my old blue jeans
My father was a foolish man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing the foolish needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he’s satisfied
Is when he’s on the run
Hey heey eeey
Oh Mother, tell your children
To do as I say, not as I’ve done
Spending your time in misery and sin
In the house of the rising sun
Now I’m running to the station
Got my two feet on this train
But I know I’ll wake where its begun
To live my life…
There is a house in New Orleans
They call The Rising Sun
It’s been the ruin of many poor boys
And God I know I’m one