The Rising Sun Blues

There is a house in New Orleans, they call the rising sun,

And it’s been the ruin of many a po’ boy, and God, I know, I’m one.

 

My mother was a tailor, she sewed my new blue jeans

My father was a drinkin’ man, down in New Orleans.

 

Now the only thing a gambler needs, is a suitcase and a trunk,

And the only time that he’s satisfied, is when he’s on a drunk.

 

So mothers, tell your children, not to do what I have done.

And spend your life in sin and misery, in the house of the rising sun.

 

I got one foot on the platform, the other’s on that train,

And I’m goin’ on downto New Orleans, to wear that ball and chain.

There is a house in New Orleans, they call the rising sun,

And it’s been the ruin of many a po’ boy, and God, I know, I’m one.

Yeah God, I know I’m one.