Lonnie Donegan - The House of the Rising Sun lyrics

There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor girl, and me, O God, for one If I had listened what Mamma said, I'd 'a' been at home today Being so young and foolish, poor boy, let a rambler lead me astray Go tell my baby sister never do like I have done To shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun My mother she's a tailor; she sold those new blue jeans My sweetheart, he's a drunkard, Lord, Lord, drinks down in New Orleans The only thing a drunkard needs is a suitcase and a trunk The only time he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk Fills his gla**es to the brim, pa**es them around Only pleasure he gets out of life is hoboin' from town to town One foot is on the platform and the other one on the train I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain Going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run Going back to spend the rest of my days beneath that Rising Sun