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 one