House of 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 mo...ther

Was a tailor

She sewed my new

Blue jeans

My father was

A gamblin' man

Down

In New Orleans

Now the only thing

A gambler needs

Is a suitcase and

A trunk

And the only time

He's satis fied

Is when

He's on

A drunk

Oh mo...ther

Tell your children

Not... to do what

I have done

Spend your lives in sin

And misery

In the House

Of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot

On the plat form

The other foot

On the train

I'm goin' 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

I'm one

Yeyeye...yeeeeah

Yeyeye...yeeeeah

Yeyeye...yeeeeah