House Of The Rising Sun

House of the Rising Sun
There is a house down in New Orleans
They call The Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
Me, oh God! I'm one.
Mama she worked for a tailor man
Sewed all my new blue jeans
Daddy, he was a gambler man
Down in New Orleans
The only thing a rounder ever needs
Is a suitcase or a trunk
The only time that he is satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Now, boys you fill your glasses right to the brim
Let the drink flow merrily around [Hey!]
We'll drink to health of the poor rounder boy
Who rambles from town to town
Fellas, don't you believe what a bad woman she migh
t tell you, no!
Her eyes may be blue or brown
Unless she's on a scaffold so high shouting
Fellas, they won't let me...
Come down!
Go tell my youngest brother
Not to do the awful things I've done
Shun that house down in New Orleans
They call The Rising Sun
Now, take me back down to New Orleans
To pay for all those crimes I've done
Strap me to the old ball & chain
Until my earthly race... is run
Is run