The House of the Rising Sun Demis Roussos

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 gamblin' 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 drug

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 the Rising Sun
And its been the ruin of many a-poor boys
And God, I know, I'm one

Well, I've got one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
And I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear my ball and chain