One foot is on the platform
And one foot is on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To where that ball and chain
If I had listened to what Mamma said
I'd be at home today
But I was so young and foolish, Lord
I let a gambler lead me astray
My mother was a tailor;
She sowed my new blue jeans
My father, was a gambling man
Way down in New Orleans
Go tell my baby sister
Not to do like I have done
She'll spend her life in sheer misery
In the house of the Rising Sun
I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I'm going back to spend the rest of my life
Beneath the Rising Sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a
And me, I know I'm one