There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It has been [bad word] of many a poor girl
And me, O God, was one

My husband he was a gambling man
He went from town to town
And the only time that he was satisfied
Is when he drank his liquor down

Now the only thing that a gambling man needs
Is a suitcase and a [bad word] 
And the only time he's ever satisfied
Is when he's on a [bad word] 

Go and tell my baby sister
Never do like I have done
But the shun that house in New Orleans
That they call the Risin' Sun

Well, I'm going back to New Orleans
My race is [bad word] 
I'm going back to spend the rest of my life
Beneath that Rising Sun