Bob Dylan — House of the Risin Sun

[Chorus] There is a house down in New Orleans they call the rising sun And it's been the ruin of many poor girl and me, oh God, I'm one [Verse 1] My mother was a tailor, she sewed these new blue jeans My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans [Verse 2] Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time when he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk [Verse 3] He fills his glasses up to the brim and he'll pass the cards around And the only pleasure he gets out of life is rambling from town to town [Verse 4] Oh tell my baby sister not to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orleans they call the rising sun [Verse 5] Well with one foot on the platform and the other foot on the train I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain [Verse 6] I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run I'm going back to end my life down in the rising sun [Chorus]