There is a place down in New Orleans That they call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin for many a poor girl And my true love was one She had filled her glass up to the brim And there for all to see She danced, she sang the whole night through For other fools like me Ah, well, I still remember I was her only one Now dreams of love lie buried Down in the Rising Sun With one foot on a platform And the other foot on a train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Go tell her baby sister Not to do the things she's done But shun that house down in New Orleans That they call the Rising Sun