House Of The Rising Sun
(Bob Dylan, Animals)
There is a house in New Orleans, they call the
Rising Sun. It's been the ruin of many poor girl
and me, oh Lord, am one.
If I had listened to what my Mama said, I'd a
been at home today. Being so young and foolish,
poor boy, let a rambler lead me astray.
My mother was a tailor, she sewed my new blue
jeans. My father was a gamblin' man way down in
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.
Go tell my baby sister not to do what I have
done. But to shun that house in New Orleans they
call the Rising Sun.
I've got one foot on the platform and the
other on the train, I'm going 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 the rest of my life
beneath that Rising Sun.
(repeat "There is a house ...")