There is a house down in New Orleans
they call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin
of many a poor girl and me,
oh God, I'm one.

My mother was a tailor,
she sowed 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 when he's satisfied
is when he's on 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 in New Orleans
they call the Rising Sun.

Well with one foot on the platform
and the other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
to wear that ball and chain.

I'm 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
And it's been the ruin
of many a poor girl and me,
oh God, I'm one.

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