Rising Sun Blues

Intro: verse 1 There is a house down in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of a many poor boy And me, oh God , for one verse 2 Then fill the glasses to the brim Let the drinks go merrily around And we'll drink to the health of a rounder poor boy Who goes from town to town verse 3 The only thing that a rounder needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Instrumental verse 4 Now boys don't believe what a girl tells you Though her eyes be blue or brown Unless she's on some scaffold high Saying "Boys, I can't come down." Verse 5 Go tell my youngest brother Not to do the things I've done But to shun that house down in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun Instrumental Verse 6 I'm going back, back to New Orleans For my race is nearly run Gonna spend the rest of my wicked life Beneath that Rising Sun