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
now the only thing a gambler needs
is a suitcase and trunk
and the only time he's satisfied
is when he's on a drunk
organ solo
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 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
well 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
