There

i-

s

a

house

in

Sin

Ci-

ty

They

ca-

ll

the

Ri-

sing

Su-

n

And

it's

been

the

rui-

n

of

ma-

ny

a

poor

boy

And

God,

I

know

I'm

o-

ne

My

mo-

ther

was

a

tai-

lo-

r

She

sewed

my

new

blue

jea-

ns

My

fa-

ther

was

a

ga-

mb-

lin'

ma-

n

Down

in

Si-

n

Ci-

ty

Now

the

o-

n-

ly

thing

a

gamb-

ler

nee-

ds

Is

a

suit-

case

and

a

tru-

nk

And

the

on-

ly

time

he's

sa-

tis-

fie-

d

Is

whe-

n

he's

o-

n

a

dru-

nk

Well,

I've

got

one

foot

on

the

pla-

t-

fo-

rm

The

o-

the-

r's

on

the

trai-

n

I'm

go-

in'

back

to

Sin

Ci-

ty

To

wea-

r

that

ba-

ll

and

chai-

n

Well,

mo-

the-

rs,

tell

your

chi-

ld-

re-

n

Ne-

ver

do

what

I

have

do-

ne

Spend

you-

r

lives

in

sin

and

mi-

se-

ry

In

the

hou-

se

of

the

ri-

sing

su-

n

In

the

hou-

se

of

the

ri-

sing

su-

n

Well,

the-

re

is

a

house

in

Si-

n

Ci-

ty

They

ca-

ll

the

Ri-

sing

Su-

n

And

it's

been

the

ru-

in

of

ma-

ny

a

poor

boy

And

Go-

d,

knows

that

I

,

I'm

one.