House Of The Rising Sun

House Of The Rising Sun - Shawn Mullins

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

It's been the ruin of many a poor girl

Me oh God I'm one

My mother was a tailor

She sewed these new bluejeans

My sweetheart was a gambler

Way 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'd fill his glasses up to the brim

And he'd pass the cards around

And the only pleasure he gets out of life

Is rambling from town to town

Go and tell my baby sister

Not to do what I have done

Go and shun that house

Down in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

Well I got 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 going back to New Orleans

My race is almost run

I'm going back to spend my life

Beneath the Rising Sun

There is a house down 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