My mother was a tailor, she sewed my old blue jeans.
My father was a gambling man, down in New Orleans.

The only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk
and the only time he's satisfied is when he's on a drunk.

Go and tell my baby sister to do what I have done
and shun that house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun.

I'm going back to New Orleans, my race is nearly won.
I'm going to spend the rest of my life beneath the Rising Sun.