House Oh The Rising Sun

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.