There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun,
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl,
And me, oh God, I'm one.
Now, my mother was a tailor,
She sewed those new blue jeans.
And my sweetheart was a gambler, Lord,
Gambles down in New Orleans.
If I had only listened of what my mama said,
I'd be at home today.
But bein’ so young and foolish, my Lord,
Let a gambler lead me astray.
My lover, he was a gambling man
He went from town to town;
And the only time he was satisfied
Was when he drank his liquor down.
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Now the only thing a drunken man needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk.
And the only time he's satisfied,
Lord, is when he's on the drunk.
Go and tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done,
But to shun that house in New Orleans
That they call the Rising Sun
With one foot on the platform,
And one foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear the ball and chain.
I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run;
I'm going back to spend the rest of my life
Beneath that Rising Sun.
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