House Of The Rising Sun

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