princess camryn bratty denial

There is a house in New OrleansThey call the Rising SunAnd it’s been the ruin of many a poor boyDear God, I know I was oneMy mother was a tailorShe sewed my new blue jeansAnd my father was a gamblin’ manWay down in New OrleansAnd the only thing a gambler needsIs a suitcase and a trunkAnd the only time he’s satisfiedIs when he’s a drunkOh, mother, tell your childrenNot to do what I have doneTo spend your lives in sin and miseryIn the house of the rising sunI got one foot on the platformAnd another on the trainAnd I’m going back to New OrleansTo wear that ball and chainThere is a house in New OrleansThey call the Rising SunAnd it’s been the ruin of many a poor boyDear God, I know I was oneDear God, I know I was the one