There is a house in New Orleans They call the rising sun 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 New Orleans They call the rising sun 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 of the rising sun