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