House Of The Rising Sun / Helmut Lotti

* 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