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ArtistThere is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun It’s been the ruin of many a poor girl And me oh God for one If I had listened to what my mamma said I’d be at home today But I was young and foolish poor girl Let a gambler lead me astray My mother, she’s a tailor She sews those old blue jeans My father he’s a gamblin’ man Drinks down in New Orleans
The narrative unfolds in a New Orleans house known as the rising sun, a place that has led many to downfall. The speaker reflects on their regrets, wishing they had heeded their mother's advice. The tale reveals a struggle between youth and wisdom, highlighting the contrast between familial love and the temptations of a reckless lifestyle.