The House of Rising the Sun
The Animals
There is a house in New Orleans
They call it The Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many other poor boys
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
And the only thing a gambler needs is
A suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he'll be satisfied
Is when he's all drunk
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 sun
Well I've got one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I am going Back to New Orleans
to wear that ball and chain
There is a house in New Orleans
They call The Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many other poor boys
And god, I know, I'm one
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