I always thought the House of the Rising Sun was the Orleans Parish Prison.
Or at least that’s what I thought every time I drove by the Orleans Parish Prison,
“And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I’m one”
That one line, playing in my head, kept me out of lots of trouble in New Orleans.
It’s about a brothel.
It’s written as a woman’s song.
Animals changed the words.