House Of The Rising Sun / Animals
 
There is a house in NewOrliens 
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and go
I know I'm one
 
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans
 
Now the only thing a gambler needs 
Is a suitcase and a trunk 
And the only time he'll be satisfied 
Is when he's all 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 Rising sun
 
Well I've got one foot on the platform 
The other foot on  the train
I'm going 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