The House of the Rising Sun (Live)

There is no song, this is kareoke haha but here we go.
There is a house in New Orleans
They call it The Rising Sun
And it's been a runin for many poor boy
And god, i know i'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewes my new blue jeans
My father was a gambli'n man
Down in New Orleans
And the only thing a gamler need is
A suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk.
Oh mother tell your childen
Not to do what i have done
Spend your life in sin and missery
In the house of The Rising Sun
Well, i got one fot on the platform
The other fot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleas
To where that ball and chain.
Well there is a house in new orleans
Ther call it The Rising Sun
And it's bin a ruing for many poor boy
And god, i know i'm one.