House Of The Rising Sun Lyrics & Chords By Ronnie Gilbert

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun.
It has been the ruin of many a poor girl,
And me, O God, was one.

My husband he was a gambling man,
He went from town to town.
And the only time that he was satisfied
Is when he drank his liquor down.

Now the only thing that a gambling man needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk.
And the only time he's ever satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk.

Go and tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done,
But the shun that house in New Orleans
That they call the Risin' 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 that Risin' Sun.