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The House of the Rising Sun - Ramblin' Jack Elliott
There is a house
In New Orleans
You call the Rising Sun

Its been the ruin of many a poor soul
And me oh god I'm one
If I'd listened what mama said
I'd be at home today

Being so young and foolish poor girl
Let a gambler lead me astray

My mother she's a tailor
Sews those new blue jeans

My sweetheart he's a drunkard Lord God
He drinks down in New Orleans

The only thing a drunkard needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk

The only time that he's half satisfied
Is when he's all a drunk

He fills his glasses to the brim
Passes them around
The only pleasure that he gets out of life
Is a going from town to town

Go and tell my baby sister

Never do like I have done

Shun that house down in New Orleans
That they call the Rising Sun
Its one foot on the platform
One foot on the train

I'm going back down to New Orleans
To wear my ball and my chain

My life is almost over

My race is almost run

Going back down to New Orleans
To that house of the Rising Sun