There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me oh God, was one My husband, he was gambling man, He went from town to town, And the only time that he was satisfied, Is when he drank his liquor down. Now the only thing thata gambling man needs Is a suitcase and a trunk, And the only time he's ever satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Oh I'll tell my baby sister, Not to do what I have done, But to shun that house in New Orleans, And they call the rising sun. When I'm going back to New Orleans, My race is almost run And going back to spend the rest of my life Beneath that rising sun.