House of the Rising Sun

Lyrics

My mother was a tailor She sewed these new blue jeans My father was a gambler Down in New Orleans The only thing a gambler needs His suitcase and a trunk The only pleasure he gets out of life When he's all drunk I know the song I sing when I spend my time in Down at the Rising Sun So mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend my life in sitting in misery Down at the Rising Sun