House Oh The Rising Sun Lyrics

There is a house in New Orleans, they called the "Rising Sun", it´s been the ruin of many a poor girl, and me, oh Lord, I´m one. My mother is a tailor, she sews those new blue jeans, my husband he´s a gambling man, drinks own in New Orleans. My husband is a gambler, he goes from town to town, the only time, he´s satisfied, is when he drinks his liquor down. Go tell my baby sister. never do like I´ve done, shun that house in New Orleans, they called the "Rising Sun". One foot on the platform, the other´s on the train, I´m going back to New Orleans, to wear that ball and chain. Going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run, I´m going to spend the rest of life, beneath that Rising Sun.