House of the rising sun

There is a house in new orleans
they call the rising sun
and it's been the ruin of many poor girl
and me, oh lord, i'm one
my mother was a tailor
she sewed those new blue jeans
my husband is a gambling man
drinks down in new orleans
my husband is a gambling man
he drowns from town to town
and the only time he'll be satisfied
is when he's lick adrunk
oh tell my baby sister
never do like i have done
should not house in new orleans
the call the rising sun
one foot on the platform
the other foot 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 done
i go to spend the rest of my life
... that rising sun