The Animals The House Of The Rising Sun 1964

There is a house in New Orleans They call the risin sun And it s been the ruin of many a poor girl and me Oh god, I m one. My mother was a tailor She sowed these new blue jeans My sweetheart was a gambler, lord Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he s satisfied Is when he s on a drunk He fills his glasses up to the brim And he ll pass the cards around And the only pleasure he gets out of life Is ramblin from town to town Oh tell my baby sister, Not to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orleans, They call the rising sun Well, now one foot on the platform And the other foot on the train I m goin back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain I m goin back to New Orleans My race is almost run I m goin back to end my life Down in the risin sun Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the risin sun It s been the ruin of many poor girl and me And god, I know, I m one.