House Of The Rising Sun – Joni MitchellBy There is a house in New OrleansThey call The Rising SunIt’s been the ruin of many a poor girlAnd me, oh God, for oneIf I had listened to what my mama saidI’d be at home todayBut I was young and foolish, poor girlLet a gambler lead me astrayMy mother, she’s a tailorShe sews those old blue jeansMy father, he’s a gamblin’ manDrinks down in New OrleansGo tell my baby sisterNot to do as I have doneYou shun that house in New OrleansThey call it The Rising SunWell, I’m going back to New OrleansMy race is almost runI’m going to spend the rest of my daysBeneath that Rising SunWell, one foot is on the platformAnd the other one’s on the trainI’m going to spend the rest of my daysWearing that ball and chain www.pillowlyrics.com419786497975 88k 20