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