Abigail Breslin - House Of The Rising Sun lyrics

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, cuz' 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 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 In the House of the Rising Sun