Animals,
The 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 other poor boys
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
And
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've got one foot on the platform
And
the other on the train
I am going Back to New Orleans
To
wear that ball and chain
There
is a house in New Orleans
They
call The Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many other poor boys
And
God, I know, I'm one.-
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