There is a place in New Orleans
they call the rising sun
It's been the ruin of many young, poor men
And Lord knows I'm one
My mother, she was a tailor
she sewed my new blue jeans
My father is a gambling man
down in New Orleans
There is a house in New Orleans
they call the rising sun
It's been the ruin of many young, poor men
And Lord knows I'm one
The only thing a gambler needs
is a suitcase and a trunk
The only time that he is satisfied
is when he's cold and drunk
So, mama, please, tell your children
not to do what I've done
Stay away from the house in New Orleans
they call the rising sun
There is a place in New Orleans
they call the rising sun
So mama, tell your children, please stay away
from the place they call the rising sun
There is a place in New Orleans
they call the rising sun
It's been the ruin of many young, poor men
And Lord knows I'm one
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