Lyrics:

There is a house in Sin City**lf**They call the Rising Sun**lf**And it''s been the ruin of many a poor boy**lf**And God, I know I''m one**lf****lf**My mother was a tailor**lf**She sewed my new blue jeans**lf**My father was a gamblin'' man**lf**Down in Sin City**lf****lf**Now the only thing a gambler needs**lf**Is a suitcase and a trunk**lf**And the only time he''s satisfied**lf**Is when he''s on a drunk**lf****lf**Well, I''ve got one foot on the platform**lf**The other''s on the train**lf**I''m goin'' back to Sin City**lf**To wear that ball and chain**lf****lf**Well, mother, tell your children**lf**Never do what I have done**lf**Spend your lives in sin and misery**lf**In the house of the rising sun**lf****lf**In the house of the rising sun**lf****lf**Well, there is a house in Sin City**lf**They call the Rising Sun**lf**And it''s been the ruin of many a poor boy**lf**And God, knows I, I''m one