The House of the Rising Sun - Krokus

Written by：Traditional

There is a house in New Orleans

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 she was a tailor

Sewed my new blue jeans

My father he was a gamblin' man

Down in New Orleans

That the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and this trunk

And the only time he's satisfied

Is when he's on the trunk

Oh mother 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 on the train

Yeah I'm goin' back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

Well there is a house in New Orleans

They call the rising sun

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

And god I know I'm one