House of the rising sun / Santa Esmeralda There is a house in New Orleans, they call it Rising Sun. And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy, and God, I know I'm one.My mother was a tailores 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 down and drunk. Oh ..