v.1
There is a house in New Orleans they call the risin' sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and God, I know I'm one

v.2
My brother was a tailor sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man down in New Orleans

v.3
Now the only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk
An' the only time that he's satisfied is when he's all a-drunk

Instr. Brk.

v.4
I got one foot on the platform the other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain

v.5
Oh mothers, tell your children not to do what I have done
Spend your life in sin and misery in the house of the risin' sun

Rpt. v.1