House of the Risin` Sun (Mono Ver.)

There is a house down 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 My mother was a tailor, she sewed these new blue jeans My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time when he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk He fills his glasses up to the brim and he'll pass the cards around And the only pleasure he gets out of life is rambling from town to town Oh tell my baby sister not to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orleans they call the rising sun Well with one foot on the platform and the other foot on the train I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run I'm going back to end my life down in 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