Songtext House of the rising sun Dean Reed

House of the rising sun

There is a house in New OrleansThey call the Rising SunIt 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 LordGambled down in New Orleans.My husband 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 OrleansThat they call the Rising SunWith one foot on the platform,
And one foot on the trainI'm goin' back to New OrleansTo wear the ball and chain.I'm going back to New OrleansMy race is almost run;I'm going back to spend the rest of my life
Beneath that Rising Sun.