Тhe house of the rising sun

There is a house in New Orleans 
They call the Rising Sun 
And it's been [bad word] of many a poor boy 
And God I know I'm one 

My mother was a tailor 
Sewed my new blue jeans 
My father was gamblin' man 
Down in New Orleans 

Now the only thing a gambler needs 
Is a suitcase and a [bad word] 
And the only time he'll be satisfied 
Is when he's all [bad word] 

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've got one foot on the platform 
The other foot on the train 
I'm going 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 [bad word] of many a poor boy 
And God I know I'm one