There is a house in NewOrleans
They call the risingsun
And it's been the ruin for many poor boys
And me, oh God, I'm one
The only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all a drunk
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans
One foot on the platform
The other on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
There is a house in NewOrleans
They call the risingsun
And it's been the ruin for many poor boys
And me, oh God, I'm one
I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run I'm going back to end my life
In the house ofthe rising sun
Writer(s): Traditional
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