House of the Rising Sun - The New Merseysiders

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the rising sun

It's been the ruin of many a poor man

And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor

Sewed my new blue jeans

My father was a gambling man

Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and trunk

And the only time is satisfied

Is when he's on a drunk

Oh mother tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Spend your lives in sin and misery

In the house of the rising sun

Where you one foot on the platform

The other foot on the train

I'm going back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the rising sun

It's been the ruin of many a poor boy

And God I know I'm one