Adolescents - House Of The Rising Sun lyrics

There is a house in New Orleans They call, 'The Rising Sun' And it's been a ruin of many a poor boy And God I know, I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new bluejeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time that he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk 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'