ZANG TUUMB TUM DISCOGRAPHY “…or the imagination”

Urban jungle/In the house of the rising sun


There is a house in New Orleans
It’s called the rising sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And god I know I’m one

My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans

The only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he’ll be satisfied
Is when he’s fall down drunk

Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun

There is a house in New Orleans
Called the rising sun
It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And god I know I’m one

In the house
In the house
In the house of the rising sun

In the house
In the house of the rising sun