House of the Dying Sun!

There is a house in Near Old SkIberenn and it's been... many  They call the Rising Sun And it's given room 2 many a poor boy And God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my old blue jeans My father was a Farmin' man Down near Skibereen! Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a good horse & plough! And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's praying! 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 foot on the train 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