House Of The Rising Sun Type O Negative Style

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Dear God, I know I'm the one

I'm the one
One

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
And my father was a gamblin' man
Way down in New Orleans

The only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all drunk

He's all drunk
Is when he's all drunk

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun

Oh, mothers, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Ball and chain
To wear that ball and chain

There is a house in New Orleans