Ever Eve House of the Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans, They call the Rising Sun, It s been the ruin of many a poor girl, And me, I know, I m one. My mother is a tailor, She sews those new blue jeans, my husband he s a gambling man, drinks down in New Orleans. My husband in a gambler, He goes from town to town, The only time, he s satisfied, is when He drinks his liquor down, his liquor down br, br,