Lyrics:

There is a house down in New Orleans they call the rising sun**lf**And it''s been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I''m one.**lf****lf**My mother was a tailor, she sowed these new blue jeans**lf**My sweetheart was a gambler, Lord, down in New Orleans.**lf****lf**Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk**lf**And the only time when he''s satisfied is when he''s on a drunk.**lf****lf**He fills his glasses up to the brim and he''ll pass the cards around**lf**And the only pleasure he gets out of life is rambling from town to town**lf**.**lf**Oh tell my baby sister not to do what I have done**lf**But shun that house in New Orleans they call the rising sun.**lf****lf**Well with one foot on the platform and the other foot on the train**lf**I''m going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain.**lf****lf**I''m going back to New Orleans, my race is almost run**lf**I''m going back to end my life down in the rising sun.**lf****lf**There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun**lf**And it''s been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh God, I''m one.