House of the Rising Sun

[Ivan Moody] 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, mother, 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 I, I'm one