There is a house in New Orleans ,
They call the Rising Sun.
And it's been the ruin for many a poor boy,
And me, Great God, I'm one.
If I had listened to what my Momma said,
I'd have been at home today,
But I was young and foolish, Oh God,
Let a rambler lead me astray.
Now the only thing a gambler needs is
A suitcase and a trunk.
And the only time he'll be satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk.
Go tell my baby sister
Don't you do what I have done
Shun that house in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
I'm going back to New Orleans ,
My race is nearly run,
I'm going back to spend my life
In the house of the Rising Sun