[intro] [verse] [There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor girl And me, oh God, for one] [bridge] [If I had listened what Mama said I'd be at home today Being so young and foolish, poor boy Let a rambler lead me astray] [bridge] [Go tell my baby sister Never do like I have done To shun that house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun] [My mother she's a tailor She sold those new blue jeans My sweetheart, he's a drunkard, Lord, Lord Drinks down in New Orleans] [bridge] [one tone higher] [The only thing a drunkard needs Is a suitcase and a trunk The only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk] [bridge, max extended] [I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Going back to spend the rest of my days Beneath that Rising Sun]