House of the Rising Sun (trad.)

Additional lyrics by Eric Burdon (cut for vid)

My mother, she would look at me
Say, son, you got a long road ahead
Son, son, that road will make you crazy
But don't forget these words I said

And don't forget what your name is
You know what the game is

From the North Pole
To the South Pole
Country to country
Mind to mind
Generation to generation
From time to time
It will slip across your mind
To go downtown
And to hang around
The House of the Rising Sun

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase, yeah, and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when
He's on
Some poor drunk

Oh, going back, oh yeah
To where I do belong
I'm going back to spend my days
In the House of the Rising Sun

Now mother, tell your favourite children, yeah yeah
Not to do what I have done
Not to spend their lives
In sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
House of the Rising Sun