House Of The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh Lord is one.

If I had listened to what my mother said
I'd have been at home today
But I was young and foolish, Oh God
Let a gambler lead me astray.

My mother is a taylor
She sews those new blue jeans
My sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord
Down in New Orleans.

The only thing a drunkard needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
The only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk.

He'll fill his glasses to the brim
He passes them around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is bumming from town to town.

Go tell my baby sister
Never do what I have done
To shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun.

It's one foot on the platform
And the other one on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.

I'm goin' back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm goin' back to spend my life
Beneath that Rising Sun.