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 girl And I'm only one If I had listened what my mama said I'd been at home today But being young and foolish Let a gambler lead me astray My mother, she's a tailor Sold those new blue jeans My sweetheart, he's a drunkard Drinks way down in New Orleans Go tell my baby sister Never do like I have done To shun the house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun One foot is on the platform And the other one on this train I'm going back to New Orleans Can't get rid of my ball and chain I'm going back to New Orleans My race is almost run I'm going back to spend my life 'Neath the house of the rising sun There is a house in New Orleans