There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the Risin´ Sun
And it´s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And Lord I know I´m one.

My mother was a tailor
She sewed these new blue jeans
My father was a gambler, Lord
Down in New Orleans

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 won´t you tell my brother
Not to do what I have done
But shun that house in New Orleans

They call the Risin´ Sun

Well, it´s one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I´m goin´ back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

I´m a-goin´ back to New Orleans
My race is almost run
I´m goin´ back to end my life
Down in the Risin´ Sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Risin´ Sun
It´s been the ruin of many poor boy
And Lord I know I´m one

Cette chanson est une reprise. Sa version originale a été créée par
The Animals