There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor girl
Oh God I know I'm one
My father He's a drunkard lord
He never satisfied
My mother was a Christian child
Until the day she died
With one foot on the platform
The other on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To see the sun again
Go tell those who will listen
Not to do what I have done
And shun that house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun