The House Of The Rising Sun 
(The Animals / trad. Ar. Price - The Animals)

There is a house in New Orleans 
They call the 'Rising Sun' 
And it's been [bad word] of many a young poor boy 
And, God, I know I'm one 

My mother was a tailor портной
Sewed my new blue jeans 
My father was a gamblin' man 
Down in New Orleans 
Now the only thing he ever needs 
Is a suitcase and a [bad word] 
And the only time he's satisfied 
Is when he's on a [bad word] 

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 
With one foot on the platform 
And the other foot on the train 
I know he's back to New Orleans 
To wear that ball and chain 

Well there is a house in New Orleans 
They call the 'Rising Sun' 
And its been [bad word] of many a young poor boy 
And God, I know I'm one