There is a house in New Orleans
they call the Rising sun
it s been the ruin of Mary, a poor girl
and me, oh God, for one
 
Go, tell my baby sister
never do like I have done
Tell her to slum that house in New Orleans
they call the Rising sun
 
 
If I listened wood my mama sad
I d been at home today
beeing so young and foolish poor boy
let a rambled, like me astray.
 
My mother she did raise me
fed me pork and beans
my father was a rambling man
way down in New Orleans
 
My mother she is a tailor
she made this new blue jeans
My sweetheart is a drounkart
Lord drink dow in New Orleans
 
The only thing a drunkard
needs is a suitcase
and a trunk
the only time he is satisfied
is when he s on a drunk
 
Fills the glasses to the brun
pases them around
the only peasure he gets out
of life is rambling from town to town.
 
 
 
There is a house in New Orleans
they call the Rising Sun
it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
and me, oh Lord, I'm one.
 
My mother is a tailor
she sews my new blue jeans
my husband he's a gamblin' man
drinks down in New Orleans
 
My husband is a gambler
he goes from town to town
the only time he's satisfies
's when he drinks his liquor down
 
Go, tell my baby sister
never do like I've done
shun that house in New Orleans
they call the Rising sun
 
One foot on the platform
the other's on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
to wear that ball and chain
 
I'm going back to New Orleans
my race is almost run
I'm going there to spent my life