House Of The Rising Sun Lyrics

There is a house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin Of many a poor girl And me, oh Lord, I'm one If I'd listened what my mama said I'd be at home today Bein' so young And foolish, my Lord Let a gambler lead me astray My mother was a tailor She sews new blue jeans And my sweetheart's is a drunker, Lord Drinks down in New Orleans Now the only thing a drunken man needs is a suitcase and a trunk and the only time he satisfied oh it's when hes on a drunk Somebody get go my baby sister Tell her to do Never to do what I have done Shun that house in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun Well I'm goin' back to New Orleans my Race is almost run Yes I'm goin' back to spend my life Beneath, beneath, beneath, oh Lord Beneath, oh now Beneath the rising, rising sun Now, now You come on bye