There is a house down 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.

My mother was a tailor,

she sewed these new blue jeans.

My sweetheart was a gambler, 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 all a-drunk.

He fills his glasses up to the brim

and he'll pass the cards around.

And the only pleasure he gets out of life

is rambling from town to town.

Oh tell my baby sister

not to do what I have done

but shun that house down in New Orleans

they call The Rising Sun.

Well it's one foot on the platform

and the other put on the train.

I'm going back to New Orleans

to wear that ball and chain.

I'm a-going back to New Orleans,

my race is almost run.

I'm going back to end my life

down in The Rising Sun

There is a house in New Orleans

they call The Rising Sun.

It's been the ruin of many poor girl,

and me oh God, I'm one.