I had a little radio - wooden box, cloth-covered speaker, metal knobs - in my room, and I remember being very excited when that song was played.
I'm not sure how long the obsession lasted, but even now, if that song comes on an oldies or light rock station, I leave it on.
Yesterday I sang along to "House of the Rising Sun" in the car on the way home and totally nailed it, or at least it seemed that way to me. And I've tried to sing that song a number of times before and it usually comes out as some terrible, strangled, wailing mess (no shock there - the song treads a very narrow line on that point).
But for some reason, and I don't know why, it really sounded good yesterday. Alas, no one was there to hear it.