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 i m going back to new orleans my race is almost run i m going back to spend my life neath the house of the rising sun there is a house in new orleans