There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one Oh mother tell my sister Don't do what I have done Tell her to show me how down in New Orleans They call it the Rising Sun They call it the Rising Sun My daddy was a tailor He sews on them new bluejeans And my mama, she was a drunkard, lord Drinkin' down in New Orleans Drinkin' down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk I'm going back to New Orleans My race is almost run I don't want to spend the rest of my live long days Beneath the Rising Sun Beneath the Rising Sun There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one