HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN
There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun
Its been the ruin of many a poor boy and Lord I know I'm one
My mother she's a tailor she sews those new blue jeans
My farher he's a gambling man drinks down in New Orleans
My father he's 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 have done
Shun that house in New Orleans they call the rising sun
One foot on the platform the other's on the train
I'm going down 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 my life beneath that rising sun