* House Of The Rising Sun / Helmut Lotti *
There is a house in New Orleans
they call it Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and God
I know I'm one
My mother was a tailoressewed 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 down and drunk
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 I've got one foot on the platform
the other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans to wear
that ball and chain
There is a house in New Orlean
they call it Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and God
I know I'm one
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