The House Of The Rising Son

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

It has been the ruin, of many a poor girl

And me, oh god, was one

My husband, he was a gambling man

He went from town to town

And the only time that he was satisfied

Is when he drank liquor down

Now the only thing that a gambling man needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time he's ever satisfied

Is when he's on a drunk

Go and tell my baby sister

Never do like I have done

To shun that house in New Orleans

That they call the Rising Sun

Well I'm going back to New Orleans

My race is almost run

I'm going back to spend the rest of my life

Beneath that Rising Sun