House Of The Rising Sun                           
(Bob Dylan, Animals)                              
                                                  
There is a house in New Orleans, they call the    
Rising Sun. It's been the ruin of many poor girl  
and me, oh Lord, am one.                          
                                                  
If I had listened to what my Mama said, I'd a     
been at home today. Being so young and foolish,   
poor boy, let a rambler lead me astray.           
                                                  
My mother was a tailor, she sewed my new blue     
jeans. My father was a gamblin' man way down in   
New Orleans.                                      
                                                  
The only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and  
a trunk, And the only time he's satisfied is      
when he's on a drunk.                             
                                                  
Go tell my baby sister not to do what I have      
done. But to shun that house in New Orleans they  
call the Rising Sun.                              
                                                  
I've got one foot on the platform and the         
other on the train, I'm going back to New         
Orleans to wear that ball and chain.              
                                                  
I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost  
run. I'm going back to spend the rest of my life  
beneath that Rising Sun.                          
                                                  
(repeat "There is a house ...")