House of the Rising Sun - The Weavers

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the rising sun

It has been the ruin of many a poor girl

And me oh God I'm one

My husband he was a gambling man

He went from town to town

And the only time at he was satisfied

Is when he's drunk is wait down

Now the only thing a drunken man needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time he is ever satisfied

Is when he's on the run

Go and tell my baby sister

Never do like I have done

But shun that house in New Orleans

That they call the rising sun

Well I'm going back to New Orleans

My race is almost run

I'm going back to spend the rest of my life

Beneath the rising sun