There is a house in New Orleans
They call The Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor girls
And God I know I'm one
...
My mother was a Tailor
She sowed my new blue jeans.
My sweetheart
He was a gamblin' man down
In New Orleans
Oh mother tell my baby sister
Not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans
They call The Rising Sun
...
It's my one foot on the platform
The other's on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Writer(s): Bobby Bare, Dp/traditional
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