The Animals- House of the rising sun
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 bluejeans.
My father was a gamblin' man,
Down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler needs,
Is a suitcase and trunk.
And the only time he's satisfied, ...