06. House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans

They call ‘The Rising Sun'

It's been the ruin of many poor boy

And me, oh Lord, I am one

My mother was a tailor

She sew my new blue jeans

My father was a gambling man

Down in New Orleans

And the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time he's satisfied

Is when he's on a drunk

Oh mother, tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Spend your life sincere in misery

In the house of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans

They call ‘The Rising Sun'

Has been the ruin of many poor girls

And me, oh Lord, I am one

If I had listened to what Mama said

I'd been at home today

But being so young and foolish, poor girl

Let a gambler let me astray

Go tell my baby sister

Not to do like I have done

To shun that house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

One foot on the platform

The other foot on the train

I'm going back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

I'm going back to New Orleans

My race is almost run

I'm going back to spend my life

Beneath that rising sun