House of the Rising Sun ☺

There Dmis a house in New Orleans,

they call the „Rising Sun“.

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy.

And God, I know I'm one.

My mother Fwas a tailor,

she sewed my new blue jeans.

My father Fwas a gamblin' man

down in New Orleans.

Well, mothers, Ftell your children

never do what I have done.

Spend your lives in sin and misery

in the house of the Rising Sun.

There Dmis a house in New Orleans,

they call the „Rising Sun“.

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy.

And God knows, that I, I'm one.