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 others 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 s a house in sin city they call the rising sun and it s been the ruin of many a poor boy and god knows that i i m one11