The House of the Rising Sun / Demis Roussos There is a house in New Orliens, 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 blue jeans My father was a gamblin' 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, mot..