There is a house

In New Orleans

They call the rising sun

And its been the ruin

Of many a poor boy

And god I know

Im one

Well my mama was a tailor

She sewed my new bluejeans

My father was a gamblin' man

Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing

A gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

And the only time he is satisfied

Is when he's on, and 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 there was a house In New Orleans

They called the rising sun

And its the ruin of many a poor boy

And god

I know

Im one

And god

I know

Im

One...