There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun, and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and God I know I'm one.

I have tried my hand at bribery, blackmail, and deceit. And I've served time for everything, cept beggin on the street.

I can't stand to see myself on television.

Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates. Broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts.

Basically you have to suppress your own ambitions in order to be who you need to be.

May your heart always be joyful. May your song always be sung.

You don't count the dead, when god's on your side.