A Summer Song

There is a house 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

My mother was a tailor

She sewed my new bluejeans

My father was a gamblin' man

Down in New Orleans

Oh mother tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Don't Spend your lives in sin and misery

In the House of the Rising Sun

In the House of the Rising Sun