There is a house in New Orleans
They call the 'Rising Sun'
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And me, I know, I'm one

My mother is a tailor
She sews those new blue jeans
My husband, he's a gambling man
Drinks down in New Orleans

My husband is a gambler
He goes from town to town
The only time he's satisfied 
Is when he drinks his liquor down
His liquor down

Go tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done
Shun that house in New Orleans
They call the 'Rising Sun'

One foot's on the platform
The other's on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
That ball and chain

Going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going to spend the rest of my life beneath
Beneath that Rising Sun
Beneath that Rising Sun
That Rising Sun