there is a house in new orleans they call the rising sun and its been the ruin of many a poor boy and god i know im one well my mama 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 a trunk and the only time he is satisfied is when he s on and 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 there was a house in new orleans they called the rising sun and its the ruin of many a poor boy and god i know im one and god i know im one 
['boston rock']