House of the rising sun

There ^Amis a ^Chouse in ^DNew Orleans ^F
They ^Amcall the ^GRising ^EmSun ^E7
And it's ^Ambeen the ^Cruin of ^Dmany a poor ^Fboy
And ^AmGod I ^Eknow I'm ^Amone ^E7

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's 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

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

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