My mother was a tailor   She sewed these new blue jeans    My father was a gambler    Down in New Orleans    The only thing a gambler needs    His suitcase and a trunk    The only pleasure he gets out of life    When he's all drunk    I know the song I sing when    I spend my time in    Down at the Rising Sun    So mother tell your children    Not to do what I have done    Spend my life in — sitting in misery    Down at the Rising Sun