House Of Rising Sun Blues

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, for One.

go Tell My Baby Sister
never Do Like I Have Done,
to Shun That House In New Orleans
they Call The Rising Sun.

my Mother, She's A Tailor,
she Sold Those New Blue Jeans.
my Sweet-Heart, He's A Drunkard, Lord, Lord,
drinks Down In New Orleans.

the Only Thing That A Drunkard Needs
is A Suitcase And A Trunk.
the Only Time He's Satisfied
is When He's On A Drunk.

one Foot Is On The Platform
and The Other One On The Train.
i'm Going Back To New Orleans
to Wear That Ball And Chain.