There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

It's been the ruin of many poor girl

And I'm only one

If I had listened what my mama said

I'd been at home today

But being young and foolish

Let a gambler lead me astray

My mother she's a tailor

Sold those new blue jeans

My sweetheart he's a drunkard

Drinks way down in New Orleans

Go tell my baby sister

Never do like I have done

To shun the house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

One foot is on the platform

And the other one on this train

I'm going back to New Orleans

Can't get rid of my ball and chain

There is a house in New Orleans