House Of The Rising Sun (Jeremy's Version)

There is a house in new orleans
They call the Rising Sun
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 old bluejeans
My father was a police man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a police needs
Is a suitcase and the trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on the wine

Hey hey hey hey hey

Oh mother tell your children to do
Cause a I say not as I've done
Spend your lifes in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Now I running to the station
Got my two feet on this train
No away where it's been done
To live my life

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 I'm one