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, our Lord, I'm one
My mother is a tailor
She sews those new blue jeans
My husband he's a gamblin' man
Drinks down in New Orleans
My husband is a gambler
He goes from town to town
The only time he's satisfied is when
He drinks his liquor down
His liquor down
Go tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done
Shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
One foot on the platform
The others on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
That ball and chain
Going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going to spend the rest of my life
Beneath, beneath that Rising Sun
Beneath that Rising Sun
That Rising Sun
