Lyrics

They call the rising sun And its been a ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans And my daddy was a gambling man Way down in New Orleans Hey 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 Oh mother oh mother oh mother Tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your life in sin and misery In the house of the rising sun Well I've got one foot on the platform And the other on the train Yeah I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Well their is a house in New Orleans They call the rising sun And its been a ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one