House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house în New Orleans, They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy, God knows I’m one
My mother was a tailor, She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin’ man, Down în New Orleans
If I’d listened to what mama said, I’d be at home today.
Being so young and foolish, I let a gambler lead me astray.
Oh mother tell your children, Not to do what I have done
Spend my life în sin and misery, In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platform, The other foot on the train
I’m goin’ back to New Orleans, To wear that ball and chain
I’m a-goin back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I’m goin back to end my life
Down in the rising sun