House of the Risin' Sun

I'm going back to end my life down in the rising sun

Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk
I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run

He fills his glasses up to the brim and he'll pass the cards around
There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun

Well with one foot on the platform and the other foot on the train
And the only time when he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk

Oh tell my baby sister not to do what I have done
My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans
And the only pleasure he gets out of life is rambling from town to town
But shun that house in New Orleans they call the rising sun
I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain
My mother was a tailor, she sowed these new blue jeans