There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy And me, oh God, I'm one
My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a truck
And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's all drunk
He fills his glass up to the brim And he'll pass the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of his life Is ramblin' from town to town
Oh mother, please tell your children Not to do what I have done
Spend your life in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, it's one foot on the platform And 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
'm going back to New Orleans Down in the Rising Sun |
