There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun   It's been the ruin of many a poor girl me, oh God, I’m one      My mother was a tailor She sewed these new blue jeans   My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, way 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 and he passed the cards around   And the only pleasure he gets out of life is ramblin’ from town to town      Go and tell my baby sister, not to do what I have done   Go and shun that house down in New Orleans   they call the Rising Sun      Now it’s one foot on the platform and the other foot on the train   Now I'm goin’ 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 goin’ back to spend my life beneath the Rising Sun      There is a house down in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun   It's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I’m one