House Of Rising Sun - The Animals

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 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 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 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.