“There is a house in New Orleans
They call ‘The Rising Sun’
And it’s been the ruin of many poor girls,
And me oh God, I’m a’ one

My mother was a tailor
She would sow these new blue jeans
And my sweetheart was a gambler, Lord
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and his trunk
And the only time he’s satisfied
Is when he’s on or drunk

He’ll fill his glasses up to the brim
And he’ll pass those cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is rambling from town to town

Oh tell my baby sister
Don’t ya’ do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
The one they call The Rising Sun

Well it’s one foot on the old platform
And the other foot is on the train
I’m a’going back to New Orleans
To wear the old ball and chain

I’m a’going back to New Orleans
My race, my race is almost run
I’m a’going back to end my life
Beneath The Rising Sun”