There is a house down in New Orleans They call the Risin' Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh God, I'm a-one
My mother was a tailor She sewed these new blue jeans My father was a gambler, Lord Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk
He fills his glasses up to the brim And he'll pass the cards around And the only pleasure he gets out of life Is ramblin' from town to town
Oh tell my baby sister Not to do what I have done But shun that house in New Orleans They call the Risin' Sun
Well, it's one foot on the platform And the other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain
I'm a-goin' back to New Orleans My race is almost run I'm goin' back to end my life Down in the Risin' Sun
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