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
