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
BREAKDOWN: Em
Well, mothers, 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 is 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