There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
It's been the ruin of many poor girls
And me, oh god, I'm one
My mother was a taylor
She sewd these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, oh lord
Down in New Orleans
He only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
The only time he's ( half ) satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Go tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
Shun that house down in new orleans
They call the rising sun
Cuando Juanica y Chan-chan
En el mar cernían arena
Como meneaba el jibe
A Chan-chan le daba pena