New Orleans Blues

There is a house, in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been a ruin, for many poor souls

And me, oh God, I'm one

My mother was a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans

My father was a gamblin'

Down in New Orleans

And the gamblin' always spend a lot of money

With the wonders of the Rising Sun

It's the house where you can have it all

But in the end, he's always the loser

Oh mother, please forgive me

I follow the same path as daddy

Now I'm alone and drunk

Playing my old guitar

The blues of Rising Sun