Rising Sun

One foot is on the platform
And one foot is on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To where that ball and chain

If I had listened to what mama said
I'd be at home today
But I was so young and foolish, Lord
I let a gambler lead me astray

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Way down in New Orleans

Go tell my baby sister
Not to do like I have done
She'll spend her life in sheer misery
In the house of the rising sun

I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going back to spend the rest of my life
Beneath the rising sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call 'The Rising Sun'
It's been the ruin of many a
And me, I know I'm one