House Of The Risin' Sun - Tim O'Brien

There is a house down in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy

And God, I know I’m one

If I had listened to what my momma said

I’d be back home today

But I was young and foolish

I let a gambler lead me astray

Now my mother, she’s a tailor

He sowed my new blue jeans

My sweetheart is a drunkard, Lord God

He drank down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a drunkard ever needs

Is his suitcase and his trunk

The only time he’s ever satisfied

Is when he’s out all drunk

Well, he fills his glass

Up to the brown

He passes in all around

And the only pleasure he ever gets out alive

Is ??

from town to town

Go and tell my baby sister

Not to do like I have done

And spend her life in sin and misery

In the house called the Rising Sun

I’ve got one foot on the platform

Got the other on a train

I’m going back down to New Orleans

To wear that ol' ball and chain

Now my life is almost over

I guess my race is nailed at once

I’m-a going back to spend the rest of my days

In the house called the Rising Sun