House of the rising sun
There is a in New Orleans They call the rising sun Its been the ruin of many poor girls And me, oh lord, I'm one My mother she's a tailor She sews those new blue jeans My husband he's a gambling man Drinks down in New Orleans My husband he's a gambler He goes from town to town The only time he's satisfied is when He drinks his liquor down Go tell my baby sister Never do like I have done Shun that house in New Orleans They call the rising sun One foot on the platform The other's on the train I'm going down to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Going back to New Orleans My race is almost run I'm going to spend the rest of my life Beneath that rising sun