There is a house down in new orleans   They call the risin sun   And its been the ruin of many a poor girl   And me, oh god, Im a-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 hes satisfied   Is when hes on a drunk      He fills his glasses up to the brim   And hell pass the cards around   And the only pleasure he gets out of life   Is ramblin from town to town      Oh tell my baby sister   Not to do what I have done   But shun that house in new orleans   They call the risin sun      Well, its one foot on the platform   And the other foot on the train   Im goin back to new orleans   To wear that ball and chain      Im a-goin back to new orleans   My race is almost run   Im goin back to end my life   Down in the risin sun      There is a house in new orleans   They call the risin sun   Its been the ruin of many poor girl   And me, oh god, Im a-one