House of the Rising Sun - Tuka Version

You called me today
You told me you were gonna die
(Father, father, father)
What was I gonna say?
Sorry, I don't wanna lie
(My father, father, father)
You remind me of this old folk song that got passed around
You used to sing it
I bet the songs that you sang inside of that pub
Didn't just pay for your dinner

Party like an animal
It was a party with the animals

Sink a lot of liquor
Kiss a lot of women
How many could you pick up?
My mother is sick
Sitting pretty in the middle of a letter
Mom said you're the reason I started
One day she got sick again and hit her
You could have had it all
Instead, she had enough

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor soul
And, Lord, my father's one

With me and my sister
We had to leave behind mister
My mother was a high planes drifter
She said I could ride with her
We started again as a party of three with a heart on a sleeve
She asked for redemption
In need of a friend
He was charming I guess, but history repeats
Pardon the cliché, it was hart to believe
I can't pretend like you
He was no father to me

Motherfucker was an animal
Was a party with the animals

Strum a guitar
In our house of the rising sun
You beat my mother
In our madhouse of the rising sun
Drunk on Monday
Was his father's son
In the background singing
This is the song he sang

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor soul
And, Lord, my father's one