Demis Roussos - 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 a poor Boy,
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.
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 on a drug.
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 there is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And its been the ruin
of many a-poor boys
And god I know I'm one
Well I've got one foot on the platform,
the other on the train.
I'm going back to New Orleans
to wear that ball and chain
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