House Of The Rising Sun Lyrics - 9th Ward Pickin' Parlor - Shawn Mullins

There is a house in New Orleans 

They call the Rising Sun 

It's been the ruin of many a poor girl 

Me, oh God I'm one 

My mother was a tailor 

She sold these new blue jeans 

My sweetheart was a gambler 

Way down in New Orleans 

Now the only thing a gambler needs 

Is a suitcase and a trunk 

And the only time he's satisfied 

Is when he's on a drunk 

He filled his glasses up to the brim 

And he passed the cards around 

And the only pleasure he gets out of life 

Is ramblin' from town to town 

Go and tell my baby sister 

Not to do what I have done 

Go and shun that house that in New Orleans 

They call the Rising Sun 

Now it's one foot on the platform 

And the other foot on the train 

I'm goin' back to New Orleans 

To wear that ball and chain 

Now I'm goin' back to New Orleans 

My race is almost run 

I'm goin' back to spend my life 

Beneath the Rising Sun 

There is a house down in New Orleans 

They call the Rising Sun 

It's been the ruin of many a poor girl 

And me, oh God I'm one