House of the Rising Sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And its been the ruins of many a poor boy
And lord I know I'm one
My mother was a taylor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin?man
Way down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time you keep him satisfied
Is when he's all a drunk
They call the rising sun
And its been the ruins of many a poor boy
And lord I know I'm one
My mother was a taylor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin?man
Way down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time you keep him satisfied
Is when he's all a drunk