The House Of The Rising Sun
There is a house in New OrleansThey call the Rising SunAnd it's been the ruin of many a poor boyAnd God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailorShe sewed my new bluejeansMy father was a gamblin' manDown in New Orleans
Oh mother tell your childrenNot to do what I have doneSpend your lives in sin and miseryIn the House of the Rising Sun