House Of The Risin’ Sun

There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the risin’ 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 my new blue jeans
My father 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’ll fill 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 mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
in the hous of the risin’ sun.
And it’s one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I’m goin’ back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.
I’m going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I’m goin’ back to end my life
Down in the risin’ sun.
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the risin’ sun.
It’s been the ruin of many of poor boys
And god, I know, I’m one.