Writer(s): Alan Price
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 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's satisfied
is when he's on a 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 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
