There is a house in New Orleans,baby

and it's call the Rising Sun

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

And Lord,Lord, I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans

you know My father was just a gamblin' man

way Down,dowin New Orleans

and the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time you'll be satisfied

oh,Is when,when he's all drunk

kopi broo...

asiik...

salam...

I got one foot on the platform

and The other foot on the train

you know I'm goin' back,back to New Orleans baby

i got To wear that ball and chain

so mother,mother,mother,mother tell your children

don't you don't you do what I have done

you've got to Spend your lives away from misery

of the House,house of the Rising Sun

there is a house in New Orleans

and it's call the Rising Sun