There is a house down in New Orleans

They call the rising sun

And it's been the ruin of many poor girl

And me, oh God, I'm one.



My mother was a tailor

She sowed these new blue jeans

My sweetheart 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 rambling 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 rising sun.



Well it's one foot on the platform

And the other foot on the train

I'm going back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain.



I'm going back to New Orleans

My race is almost run

I'm going back to end my life

Down in the rising sun.



There is a house in New Orleans

They call the rising sun

It's been the ruin of many poor girl

And me, oh God, I'm one.

Writer : BARONE/TRADITIONAL
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC