There is a house in new orleans
They call the rising sun
And it´s been the ruin of many a poor girls
And god, I know I´m one

My mother was a tailor
She sowed my new blue jeans
My sweetheart he was a gamblin´ man
Down in new orleans

Oh mother tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
But shun that house in new orleans
They call the rising sun

Is my one foot on the platform
The other is on the train
I´m going back to new orleans
To wear that ball and chain