House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Risin’ Sun And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I Know I’m a-one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gambler man, Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he’s satisfied Is when he’s on a drunk He fills his glasses up to the brim And he’ll pass the cards around And the only pleasure he gets out of life Is ramblin’ from town to town Oh mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend their lives in sin...