There is a house down in New Orleans They call the Risin' Sun It has been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh Lordy, I was one My good mother she's a tailor She sews the new blue jeans My sweetheart, he's a drunkard, Lord Drinks down in New Orleans If I hadn't done what my mother said I'd be at home today But me bein' young and foolish, poor girl Let a gamblin' man lead me astray Gonna tell my baby sister Not to do just like I'd done To shun that house down in New Orleans They call the Risin' Sun Well, I'm goin' on back down to New Orleans My race is almost run Goin' back to spend the rest, the rest of my days Beneath that Risin' Sun Lordy, mama Beneath the Rising Sun