House of the Rising Sun - Meenhard Fokken

There is a house in New Orelans, they call the Rising Sun. It's been the ruin of many poor boys, and me, o Lord, I'm one. My mother was a tailor, She sewed my new blue jeans. My father was a gambled man down in New Orleans. The only thing a gambled needs is a suitcase and a trunk. The only time he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk.