[Verse 1]
Away on down in old New Orleans
Towards the rising sun
It's a many poor boy has stretched his arm
And a-me, oh Lord, for one
[Verse 2]
I'll never listen what another girl says
Let her hair be dark or brown
Say, unless she's on that old scaffold high
Saying, "Oh, boys", and can't come down
[Verse 3]
Go and tell my youngest brother
Not to do as I have done
Let him shun the house down in New Orleans
That they call the Rising Sun
[Verse 4]
The only thing that a rambler ever needs
Is a suitcase or a trunk
For the only time that he's satisfied
Is when he's all a-drunk
[Verse 5]
Look up, look down that lonesome road
Hang down your head and cry
Say, if you love me as I did you
Lord, you'd go with me or die