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

And my father he was a gambling man

We down in New Orleans

Oh mother tell your children

Not to do what I have done

That's spend your lives in sin and misery

In the house of the rising sun

Well I got one foot on that platform

The other foot on the train

I'm going back to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

Well there is a house in New Orleans

That they call the rising sun yes he do

And it's been it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

And God I know I'm one

And God I know I'm one

And it's been it's been the ruin of many a poor boy

And God I know I'm one

Yes I know I'm one