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
Sewed my new blue jeans
My poor world was a gambling man
Down and down you are lames
They're the only thing the gambler needs
Is a suitcase and chalk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a truck
Oh mother
Tell your children
Not to do what i have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
House of the rising sun
Well i got one foot on the black
One
Foot on the train
I'm going back to new orleans
To wear that ball and chain
There is a house in new orleans
Because of your soul
And it's been the ruin of many
A poor boy and god i know i'm one
