4:27
If I had listened to what my Mamma said, I'd a-been at home today
Being so young and foolish, poor boy, let a rambler lead me astray
Go tell my baby sister never do like I have done
To shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun
My mother she's a tailor; she sold those new blue jeans
And I’m going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain
Going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run
Going back to spend the rest of my days beneath that Rising Sun
One foot is on the platform and the other one on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain
To wear that ball and chain