There is a house
In New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And its been the ruin
Of many a poor boy
And god I know
Im one
Well my mama was a tailor
She sewed my new bluejeans
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 is satisfied
Is when he's on, and 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 there was a house In New Orleans
They called the rising sun
And its the ruin of many a poor boy
And god
I know
Im one
And god
I know
Im
One...
