The House Of The Rising Sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It has been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh, God, was one My mother was a tailor, She sewed them
new blue jeans.
My lover he was a gambler, Oh Lord
Gambled down in New Orleans. My husband was a gambling man
He went from town to town; And the only time he was satisfied
Was when he drank his liquor down. Now the only thing a gambling
man needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk; And the only time he's ever satisfied
I when he's on a drunk Go and tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done, But to shun that house in New Orleans
That they call the Rising Sun With one foot on the platform, And one foot
on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear the ball and chain. I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run; I'm going back to spend the rest of my life
Beneath that Rising Sun.