HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN





There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

It has been the ruin of many a poor girl

And me, oh, God, was one



My mother was a tailor,

She sewed them new blue jeans.

My lover he was a gambler, Oh Lord

Gambled down in New Orleans.



My husband, he was a gambling man

He went from town to town;

And the only time he was satisfied

Was when he drank his liquor down.



Now the only thing a gambling man needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk;

And the only time he's ever satisfied

I when he's on a drunk



Go and tell my baby sister

Never do like I have done,

But to shun that house in New Orleans

That they call the Rising Sun



With one foot on the platform,

And one foot on the train

I'm goin' back to New Orleans

To wear the ball and chain.



I'm going back to New Orleans

My race is almost run;

I'm going back to spend the rest of my life

Beneath that Rising Sun.



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The Weavers

The sign of the rising sun was simply a red lantern.



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