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 of what my mama said
I´d be at home today
But bein´ so young and foolish, my Lord
Let a gambler 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 drunken man needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he´s satisfied
Lord, is when he´s on the drunk

Somebody go get my baby sister
Tell her to do, not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun

Well, I´m goin´ back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
Yes, I´m goin´ back to spend my life
Beneath, beneath, the rising sun

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 of what my mama said
I´d be at home today
But bein´ so young and foolish, my Lord
Let a gambler lead me astray