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, our Lord, I'm one My mother is a tailor She sews those new blue jeans My husband he's a gamblin' man Drinks down in New Orleans My husband is a gambler He goes from town to town The only time he's satisfied is when He drinks his liquor down His liquor down Go tell my baby sister Never do like I have done Shun that house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun One foot on the platform The others on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain That ball and chain Going back to New Orleans My race is almost run I'm going to spend the rest of my life Beneath, beneath that Rising Sun Beneath that Rising Sun That Rising Sun