The House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy and me
Oh God, I'm one

My mother was a tailor
She sowed these old blue jeans
My father was a gambler, Lord
Down in New Orleans

The only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's ever satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

Go tell my baby sister
Not to do the the things I've done
Outshine that house down in New Orleans
That they call the Rising Sun