House Of The Rising Sun (Jeremy's Version)

There is a house in new orleans

They call the Rising Sun

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 old bluejeans

My father was a police man

Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a police needs

Is a suitcase and the trunk

And the only time he's satisfied

Is when he's on the wine

Hey hey hey hey hey

Oh mother tell your children to do

Cause a I say not as I've done

Spend your lifes in sin and misery

In the House of the Rising Sun

Now I running to the station

Got my two feet on this train

No away where it's been done

To live my life

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