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 am one My mother Was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father Was a gambling 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 I've got one foot on the platform Another on the train I'm going back To Sin City To wear that ball and chain Well mothers tell your children Never do as I have done Spend your life In sin and misery In the house of the Rising Sun There is A house In Sin City They call the Rising Sun It's been The ruin Of many a poor boy And God, knows I, I am one