Roy Acuff - Rising Sun lyrics

There is a house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many poor boy and me, oh, Lord poor one Go to tell my youngest brother, not to do as I have done Who shunned that house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun Go, fill the gla**es to the brim and let the drinks go marry round We'll drink to the half of a rounder, poor boy who goes from town to town The only thing a rounder needs is a suitcase and a trunk The only time he is satisfied is when he's on a drunk So shun that house in New Orleans, they call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many poor boy and me, oh, Lord poor one