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

My mother was a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans


Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk

And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk


Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery

In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, I got one foot on the platform

The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain


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