The House Of The Rising Sun - Eric Burdon

 

The House Of The Rising Sun - Eric Burdon  There is a house in New Orleans  They call the Rising Sun  And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy  And God I know I'm one  My mother was a tailor  She sewed my new bluejeans  My father was a gamblin' man  Down in New Orleans  Now the only thing a gambler needs  Is a suitcase and trunk  And the only time he's satisfied  Is when he's on a 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 got one foot on the platform  The other foot on the train  I'm goin' back to New Orleans  To wear that ball and chain  Well, there is a house in New Orleans  They call the Rising Sun  And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy  And God I know I'm one