That's the way I would play it now.
I never play it like this now.
I never play it anymore,
but this is the way I would.
♪ There is a house in New Orleans ♪
♪ They call the Rising Sun ♪
♪ It's been the ruin
of many a poor soul ♪
♪ And me,
oh God, I'm a * ♪
♪ If I had listened to what my mama said ♪
♪
I'd have been at home today ♪
♪ But being so young and foolish ♪
♪ I let gambling lead me astray ♪
♪ Now the only thing a gambler needs ♪
♪ Is a suitcase and a trunk ♪
♪ And the only time
he's satisfied ♪
♪ Is when he's on a drunk ♪
♪ He fills his glasses up to the
brim ♪
♪ Then passes the cards around ♪
♪ And the only time
he's satisfied ♪
♪ Is when he's rambling from town to town ♪
♪ Oh,
tell my baby sister not to do what I have done ♪
♪ But shun the
house and the old leaves ♪
♪ They call the rising sun ♪
♪ It's one foot on the platform ♪
♪ And the other foot on the
train ♪
♪ I'm going back to New Orleans to wear my ball and chain ♪
♪ I'm going back to New Orleans,
my race is almost run ♪