House of the Rising Sun

There is a house down in New Orleans
They call it The Rising Sun
It's been the ruin for many poor boys
And me, oh God I'm one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed these old blue, blue jeans
My father was a gambler
Down in New Orleans

Go tell my baby sister
Not to do the the things I've done
Outshine that house down in New Orleans
They call The Rising Sun

There is a house down in New Orleans
They call The Rising Sun
It's been the ruin for many poor boys
And me, oh God I'm one