Rising Sun Blues

There is a house down in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

It's been the ruin of a many poor boy

And me, oh God, I'am one

Momma, she works as a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans

And my dad was a gamblin' man

Down in New Orleans

The only thing that a rounder ever needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time he's satisfied

Is when he's on a drunk

Then fill the glasses to the brim

Let the drinks go merrily around

We'll drink to the health of a rounder poor boy

Who goes from town to town

Now boys don't believe what a girl tells you

Though her eyes be blue or brown

Unless she's on some scaffold high

Saying: Boys, I can't come down

Go tell my youngest brother

Not to do the awful things I've done

But to shun that house down in New Orleans

That they call the Rising Sun

Soon they will take me back down to New Orleans

To face all the crimes that I have done

Than they

Until my