| There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising sun it s been the ruin of Mary, a poor girl and me, oh God, for one Go, tell my baby sister never do like I have done Tell her to slum that house in New Orleans they call the Rising sun If I listened wood my mama sad I d been at home today beeing so young and foolish poor boy let a rambled, like me astray. My mother she did raise me fed me pork and beans my father was a rambling man way down in New Orleans My mother she is a tailor she made this new blue jeans My sweetheart is a drounkart Lord drink dow in New Orleans The only thing a drunkard needs is a suitcase and a trunk the only time he is satisfied is when he s on a drunk Fills the glasses to the brun pases them around the only peasure he gets out of life is rambling from town to town. There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun it's been the ruin of many a poor girl and me, oh Lord, I'm one. My mother is a tailor she sews my new blue jeans my husband he's a gamblin' man drinks down in New Orleans My husband is a gambler he goes from town to town the only time he's satisfies 's when he drinks his liquor down Go, tell my baby sister never do like I've done shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising sun One foot on the platform the other's on the train I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain I'm going back to New Orleans my race is almost run I'm going there to spent my life |
