Animals - House of the Rising Sun

My mother was a tailor

My father was a gamblin' man

Oh, mother, tell your children

There is a house in New Orleans

She sewed my new blue jeans

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin of many poor boys

Well, there is a house in New Orleans

Well, I got one foot on the platform

The other foot on the train

Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs

I'm goin' back to New Orleans

And God, I know I'm one

They call the Rising Sun

And the only time he's satisfied

To wear that ball and chain

In the house of the rising sun

-instrumental-

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boys

Is a suitcase and trunk

Not to do what I have done

And God, I know I'm one

Is when he's on a drunk

Spend your lives in sin and misery