House of the Rising Sun - Eric Burdon
There is a house way down 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
Mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down way down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler ever needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time a fool like him he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
