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'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' 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 Well I've got one foot on the platform The other's on the train I'm goin' back to Sin City To wear that ball and chain ♪ Well others tell your children Never do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun In the House of the Rising Sun Well 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 knows that I am one