Woody Guthrie House of the Rising Sun

There is a house down in New Orleans You�ve call the Risin� Sun And it�s been the ruin of many a poor soul And me, oh God, I�m one If I had listened what Mama said, Be at home today, Beeing so young and foolish for girls And a gambler lead me astraight My mother she�s a tailor Sewes those new blue jeans My sweetheart he is a drunker, Lord God He drinks down in New Orleans He fills his glasses up to the brim Passes them around The only pleasure that he gets out of life Is [ramblin�] from town to town The only thing a [gambler] needs Is a suitcase and a trunk Only time that he�s halfsatisfied Is when he�s on a drunk Go and tell my baby sister Never do like I have done Show them that house in New Orleans That they call the Risin� Sun It�s one foot on the platform One foot on the train I�m goin� back down to New Orleans To wear my ball and my chain My life is almost over My race is almost [run] Goin� back to New Orleans To that house of the Risin� Sun