There is a house in Sin CityThey call the Rising Sunand its been the ruin of many a poor boyand God - I know I'm oneMy mother was a tailorShe sewed my new blue jeansMy father was a gambling manDown in Sin CityNow the only thing a gambler needsis a suitcase and a trunkand the only time he's satisfiedis when he's on a drunkWell I've got one foot on the platformthe other is on the trainI'm going back to Sin Cityto wear that ball and chainWell others tell your childrenNever do what I have doneSpend your lives in sin and miseryin the House of the Rising Sun,In the House of the Rising SunWell there's a house in Sin Citythey call the Rising Sunand it's been the ruin of many a poor boyand God knows that I am one
House of The Rising Sun (Explicit)
House of The Rising Sun (Explicit)