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 bluejeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in Sin City
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
Well, I got one foot on the platform The others on the train I'm goin' back to Sin City To wear that ball and chain
Well 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 In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, 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.