Circle left
There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun
Walk all around the corner, then you see-saw your own
Left allemande then weave the ring you run
My momma was a tailor, do a dosado and promenade for me
My daddy was a gambling man, way down in New Orleans

Head two couples promenade, you go half-way
Sides star thru, pass thru, and do a dosado
Swing thru, and then let the boys trade again
Do a spin chain thru and the girls go all the way
Boys circulate one time, swing the corner there
Left allemande, come back and promenade
The only thing a gambler needs is a suitcase and a trunk

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Well mothers tell your children not to do what I have done
Walk all around your corner then you see-saw your own
Left allemande then weave the ring you run
I'm standing on this platform, dosado and promenade
I'm going back to New Orleans to wear a ball and chain

Circle left
There is a house in New Orleans they call the rising sun
Walk all around the corner, then you see-saw your own
Left allemande then weave the ring you run
Well mothers tell your children...
Do a dosado and promenade for me
Don't spend your life in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun