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

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

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

The house of the The Rising Sun