Animals House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans,
They call it Rising Sun.
And itґs been the ruin of many a poor boy,
And God, I know Iґm one.
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans.
And the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk.
And the only time he is satisfied