The house of the rising sun / Animals
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 tailores
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 down and 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
the other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
to wear that ball and chain
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
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