There is a house in New Orleans   They call the rising sun   It's been the ruin of many poor girls   And me, oh God I am one      If you had listened to what your momma said   You'd be at home today   But I was young and foolish, oh Lord   Yeah, yeah, you let a gambler lead you astray      Go tell my baby, my baby sister   I don't do as I, as I have done   But shun that house in New Orleans   They call the rising sun      I'm going back to New Orleans   Your race is almost run   I'm going back to lay my head   Beneath that rising sun      There's a house in New Orleans   They call the rising sun   Yeah it's been the ruin of many poor girls   And me, I'm one, oh God   And me, oh God, I am one      You poor girl, you are one yeah   You poor girl, poor girl