House In The Rising Sun

My mother, she was a tailor

Sewed these new bluejeans

My father was a gamblin' man

Way down in New Orleans

My mother, she would look at me

She said, son, you've got a long road ahead

Son, some may roll and make you crazy

But don't forget these words I said

And don't forget what your name is

And know what the game is

From the North coast to the South Coast

From country to country

Mind to mind

Generation to generation

From time to time

And to sniff across your mind

To go downtown

And to hang around

The House of The Rising Sun

Mother was a tailor

Sewed these new blue-jeans

Father was a gamblin' man, yea yea

Way down, way down, in New Orleans

And the only thing a gambling man needs

Is some cash, ooh lord, and a trunk

And the only time he's satisfied, ya ya

Is when he's on some form of drug

Ya-aah, board and bought, oh no

To where, I do belong

I'm wandering back

To earn my pays, in The House

They call, the Rising Sun

Mother tell your baby children, yea yea

Don't do the things that I've done

Spend your life in sin and misery

In The House, they call, the Rising Sun

Ohh

House, of The Rising, Sun