The House Of The Rising Sun
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 one.
My mother was a tailor,she sewed my new blue jeans.My father was a gamblin' man,down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler needsIs a suitcase and a trunk.And the only time he'll be satisfiedIs when he's on a drug.
Oh mother, tell your children,Not to do what I have done.Spend your lives in sin and miseryIn the house of the Rising Sun.
Well there is a house in New OrleansThey call the rising sunAnd its been the ruinof many a-poor boysAnd god I know I'm one
Well I've got one foot on the platform,the other on the train.I'm going back to New Orleansto wear that ball and chain...