There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the Risin' Sun
And it's been [bad word] of many poor girl
And me, oh God, I'm a-one

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

Now the only thing a gambler needs
 Is a suitcase and a [bad word]  And the only time he's satisfied
 Is when he's on a [bad word] 
Now the only thing a gambler needs
 Is a suitcase and a [bad word]  And the only time he's satisfied
 Is when he's on a [bad word] 
Oh tell my baby sister
 Not to do as I have done
 But to 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 [bad word]  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 [bad word] of many poor girl
 And me, oh God, Im a-one