.........One morning

                      The House of the Rising Sun

From the North coast to the South coast
From country to country
Mind to mind
Generation to generation

From time to time
And to sniff across your mind

To go downtown
And to hang around
The House of The Rising Sun

Mother was a tailor
Sewed these new blue-jeans
Father was a gamblin' man, yea yea
Way down, way down, in New Orleans