There is a house in New Orleans
they call it the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
and me oh God I'm one
If I had only listened to what my mama said
I'd be at home today
But being so young and foolish my Lord
Let a-gamblin' lead me astray
Now my mother is a tailor
she sews those new blue jeans
And my sweetheart is a drunkard
Lord drinks down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a drunkard man needs
is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied Lord
is when he's wholly drunk
Somebody go get my baby sister
Tell her to do never to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
they call it the Rising Sun
Well I'm going back to New Orleans
my race is almost won
Yes I'm going back to spend my life
beneath the rising sun
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