House of The Rising Sun

There is a house in Sin City
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 Sin City
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he`s satisfied
Is when he`s on a drunk
Well, I`ve got one foot on the platform
The other`s on the train
I`m goin` back to Sin City
To wear that ball and chain
Well, mother, tell your children
Never do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun
In the house of the rising sun
Well, there is a house in Sin City
They call the Rising Sun
And it`s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, knows I, I`m one