There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

And it's been the ruin of many poor girl

And me, oh Lord, I'm one

My mother was a tailor

She sewed those new blue jeans

My husband is a gambling man

Drinks down in New Orleans

My husband is a gambling man

He drowns from town to town

And the only time he'll be satisfied

Is when he's lick adrunk

Oh tell my baby sister

Never do like I have done

Should not house in New Orleans

The call the Rising Sun

One foot on the platform

The other foot on the train

I'm going back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

Going back to New Orleans

My race is almost done

I go to spend the rest of my life

... that Rising Sun