Peter Hofmann - The House Of The Rising Sun

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 tailores
sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
down in New Orleans

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

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

in the House of the Rising sun

Rising Sun

the Rising Sun

the Rising Sun