There is ///

a house ///

in Rome...

They caaall it ///

the Riiising Sun

And it's been ///

the ruin ///

of many a poor soul

And God, ///

I know ///

I'm one

My mother was a seamstress

She sewed my new blue jeans

My father was a gambler, Lord

Down in Rome's cold streets

Now the only thing a gambler wants

Is a suitcase full of dreams

And the only time he's truly free

Is when he's chasing schemes

Oh mother, tell your children

Not to follow paths I’ve gone

Leave behind the life I’ve led

And move on from the wrong

Well, I got one foot on the platform

And the other foot on the road

I'm heading back to Rome again

To carry my heavy load

There is a house in Rome

They call it the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin of many a poor soul

And God, I know I'm one