House of 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 My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My sweetheart was a gambler Down in New Orleans Now 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 He fills his glasses up to the brim And he'll pass the cards around And the only pleasure he gets out of life Is ramblin' from town to town Oh tell my baby sister Not to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun Well it's one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain I'm a goin' back to New Orleans My race is almost run I'm goin' 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