There is a house in New Orleans
They call the risin' sun
it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And God I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sowed my new blue jeans
My sweetheart was a gambler, lord
Down in New Orleans
Oh mother tell one baby-sisters
Not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans,
They call the rising sun
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied,
Is when he's on a drunk
He fills his glasses up to the brim
And he'll pass the cards around
And the only pleasure he gets out of life
Is ramblin' from town to town
Oh mouther tell one baby sister,
Not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans,
They call the rising sun
It’s, one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
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