House of The Rising Sun (lyrics) - THE ANIMALS

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And its 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 things a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

Now mothers Tell your children
Not to do what I have done
And spend your life in sincere misery
In the House of the Rising Sun