They call The Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin of many poor girls

And me, oh God, I'm the one

2. My mother was a taylor

She sew my new blue jeans

And my sweetheart was a gambler

Down in New Orleans

3. And the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a truck

And the only time he feels satisfied

Is when he's all a-drunk

4. He fills his glass right up to the brim

And he pass his cards around

And the only pleasure he gets out of life

Is rambling from town to town

5. So tell your baby-sisters

Not to do what I have done

Don't spend your time in sin and misery

In the house of the rising sun

6. With one foot on a platform

And the other foot on a train

I'm going back in New Orleans

To wear this ball and chain

7. I'm going back to New Orleans

My race is almost run

I'm going to end my fucking life

In the house of the rising sun