House of the Rising Sun

There is a house down in

New Orleans

They call the

Rising Sun,

It's been the ruin of many a poor girl,

And me, oh god

I'm one. My mother was a tailor.

She sewed those new blue jeans.

My lover was a gambling one.

Down in New

Orleans. Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and trunk

And the only time he's satisfied

Is when he's on a drunk

He fills his glasses up to the brim,

And push those cards around.

The only pleasure he gets out of life

Is rambling from town to town.

Now tell my baby sister,

Not to do what

I have done.

But shun that house in

New Orleans,

They call the

Rising Sun.

Got one foot on the platform

The other foot on that train

I'm going back to

New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

I'm going back to

New Orleans

The aged-old soul have run

I'm going back to end my life,

Down in the

Rising Sun.

There is a house in

New Orleans

They call the

Rising Sun,

It's been the ruin of many a poor girl,

And me, oh god

I'm one.