There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
It's been the ruin of a many a poor girl
And me, oh god are one

If I had listened like momma said
I would not be here today
But being so young and foolish too
That a gambler lead me astray

Come tell my baby sisters
Don't do what I have done
Please shun that house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun

I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going back to New Orleans
Beneath the rising sun