| Am | C | D | F | Am | C | E | |
| There is | a house in | New Or | leans, | They call | the Rising | Sun, |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| It's been the r | uin of m | any a g | irl, |
| Am | E | Am | |
| And me | oh Lord | I'm one |
| (verse 2) |
| My mother is a tailor she sews those new blue jeans, |
| My husband he's a gambling man |
| Drinks down in New Orleans. |
| (verse 3) |
| Am | C | D | F | Am | C | E | |
| My hu | sband | is a | gamble | r, he g | oes from t | own to to | wn, |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| The only ti | me he's sa | tified, is w | hen, |
| Am | E | Am | |
| He d | rinks h | is liquor | down. |
| (verse 3) |
| Go tell my baby sister, never do what I have done, |
| Shun that house in New Orleans, |
| They call the rising sun, |
| (verse 5) |
| Am | C | D | F | Am | C | E | |
| One fo | ot on t | he pla | tform, the o | ther's | on the tr | ain, |
| Am | C | D | F | |
| I'm g | oing b | ack to | New Orl | eans, |
| Am | E | Am | |
| To w | ear that | ball and c | hain, |
| (verse 6) |
| Going back to New Orlean, my race is almost run, |
| I'm going to spend the rest of my life, |
| Beneath that rising sun, |