House of the Rising Sun 1969

Got to be a house down in New Orleans
Everybody call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Oh God, I know 'cause I'm one

My mammy, my mammy was a tailor
Tryin' to sew, tryin' to sew my new blue jeans
While my pappy, he was a gamblin' man
Way down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all drunk

Mama, mama got to tell you, children
Not to do, not to do what I have done
Others spend their lifetime in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Oh, Lord

My mammy, my mammy was a tailor
Tryin' to sew my new blue jeans
While my pappy, he was a gamblin' man
Way down in New Orleans

Mama, mama got to tell you, children
Not to do, not to do what I have done
Others spend their lifetime in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Oh God, I know 'cause I'm one
Oh Lord, have mercy on my soul