There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many poor girls
And me, Oh God, I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed this new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gamblin,Lord
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
He filled his glasses up to the brim
He passed the cards arround
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is ramblin' from town to town
Oh tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
Now it's one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Now I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going back to end my life
there in the rising sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many poor girl
And me, Oh God, I'm one
