Lyrics:
THERE IS A HOUSE IN NEW ORLEANSTHEY CALL THE RISING SUNIT HAS BEEN THE RUIN OF MANY A POOR GIRLAND ME, OH, GOD, WAS ONEMY MOTHER WAS A TAILOR,SHE SEWED THEM NEW BLUE JEANS.MY LOVER HE WAS A GAMBLER, OH LORDGAMBLED DOWN IN NEW ORLEANS.MY HUSBAND, HE WAS A GAMBLING MANHE WENT FROM TOWN TO TOWN;AND THE ONLY TIME HE WAS SATISFIEDWAS WHEN HE DRANK HIS LIQUOR DOWN.NOW THE ONLY THING A GAMBLING MAN NEEDSIS A SUITCASE AND A TRUNK;AND THE ONLY TIME HE'S EVER SATISFIEDI WHEN HE'S ON A DRUNKGO AND TELL MY BABY SISTERNEVER DO LIKE I HAVE DONE,BUT TO SHUN THAT HOUSE IN NEW ORLEANSTHAT THEY CALL THE RISING SUNWITH ONE FOOT ON THE PLATFORM,AND ONE FOOT ON THE TRAINI'M GOIN' BACK TO NEW ORLEANSTO WEAR THE BALL AND CHAIN.I'M GOING BACK TO NEW ORLEANSMY RACE IS ALMOST RUN;I'M GOING BACK TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFEBENEATH THAT RISING SUN.