There is a house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
It's been a ruin of many a poor girl
And me, oh Lord, I'm one

If I had only listened to what my mama said
I'd be at home today
But being young and foolish
I let a gambler lead me astray

My mother is a tailor
She sews those new blue jeans
My baby, a drunkard
Drinks down in New Orleans

Go tell my baby sister
Never, never, never do what I have done
Shun that house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun

I'm goin' back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going to spend my life
Beneath, beneath, beneath, beneath...
The rising sun
Beneath, beneath, beneath, beneath...
The rising sun
Going back
Beneath the house of the rising sun
Beneath the house of the rising sun