The House of the Rising Sun (Metal Version)

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruins of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one My mother was a taylor 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 you keep him satisfied Is when he's all a drunk Uh-uh-uh-ah-ah-ah Uh-uh-uh-ah-ah-ah Uh-uh-uh-ah-ah-ah Uh-uh-uh-ah-ah-ah The Sun! Yeah! Ow! Oh! Oh, mother, tell your children (la-la-la-la) Not to do what I have done Spend your life in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun Well, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruins of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one