HOUSE OF THE RISING SON

I yanked it in New Orleans,
From sun to rising sun,
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy,
And me, oh God, I'm one.

My mama said I would go blind,
Ever since I was in my teens,
My papa said I would go mad,
Way down in New Orleans.

One finger on the cockshaft,
The other on my brain,
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that daisy chain.

My life is almost over,
My race is almost run,
I'm going to give it one more jerk
And then, oh God, I'm done.

Go tell my baby brother
Never do as I have done,
Just keep your hands in your pockets, boy,
And off your Rising Son.