The house of the rising sun Animals There is a house in NewOrliens They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and go I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he'll be satisfied Is when he's all a drunk Oh, mother, tell y..