Lyrics:

There is a house in Sin CityThey call the Rising SunAnd it''s 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 gamblin'' 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''s on the trainI''m goin'' back to Sin CityTo wear that ball and chainWell, mother, tell your childrenNever do what I have doneSpend your lives in sin and miseryIn the house of the rising sunIn the house of the rising sunWell, there is a house in Sin CityThey call the Rising SunAnd it''s been the ruin of many a poor boyAnd God, knows I, I''m one