The House of the Rising Sun Songtext
von 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, yeah, yeah
Sewed my Levi jeans
My father was a gamblin′ man, yeah, yeah
Down, way down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gamblin' man ever needs
Is a suitcase, Lord, and a trunk
And the only time a fool like him is satisfied
Is when he's all stone-cold drunk

(Hey!)