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