House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans / They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor girl / and me oh God, I’m one.
If I had only listened what my momma said / I’d be at home today
But being so young and foolish my lord /Let a gambler lead me astray
My mother was a tailor / she sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gambling man / down in New Orleans.
The only thing a gambler needs / is a bottle and a gun.
The only time he’s satisfied / is when he’s on a drunk
Somebody go get my baby sister / Not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans / We call the rising sun
I’m going back to New Orleans / my race is almost run.
Going back to spend the rest of my days / beneath that Rising Sun.