There is a house down in New Orleans

 They call the Risin' Sun

 And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl

 And me, oh God, I'm a-one

 

 My mother was a tailor

 She sewed these new blue jeans

 My father 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 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 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, it's one foot on the platform

 And the other foot on the train

 I'm goin' back to New Orleans

 To wear that ball and chain

 

 I'm a-goin' back to New Orleans

 My race is almost run

 I'm goin' back to end my life

 Down in the Risin' Sun

 

 There is a house in New Orleans

 They call the Risin' Sun

 It's been the ruin of many poor girl

 And me, oh God, I'm a-one