House of the Rising Sun - The Animals

There is 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 on͟e

My mother was a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans

My father was a gamblin’ man

Down in New Orle͟ans

Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time that he’s satisfied

Is when he’s on a dr͟unk

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 Su͟n

Well I’ve got one foot on the platform

The other foot on the train

I’m goin’ back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and Amch͟ain