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 God I know I’m one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed those new bluejeans
My husband he’s a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
One foot on the platform
The other sat the train
I’m goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Going back to New Orleans
The race is almost run
I’ve come to spend the rest of my life
Beneath that Rising Sun