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…