FRIJID PINK - HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN
(trad.)
London 3241

There is a house in New Orleans
They call it 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 gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time that he is satisfied
Is when he's all adrunk

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, there is a house in New Orleans
They call it Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one