Text: Shawn Mullins. 9th Ward Pickin' Parlor. House of the Rising Sun.

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

My mother was a tailor
She sold these new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler
Way 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 filled his glasses up to the brim
And he passed the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is ramblin' from town to town

Go and tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
Go and shun that house that in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun

Now 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

Now I'm goin' back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm goin' back to spend my life
Beneath the Rising Sun

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