House of the Rising Sun (feat. Tuka) [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