There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising sun.
Well it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,

And God I know I'm one.

Oh mother, tell your children,

Not to do what I have done.
You spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun.


Well there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising sun.

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,
And God I know I'm one.