There is

A house

In New Orleans

They call the rising sun

And it's been

The ruin

Of many a poor boy

And me

Oh God

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 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 life in

Sin and misery

In the house

Of the rising sun

There one

For all

In the platform

The other foot on the train

I'm goin' back

To New Orleans

To wear

That ball and chain

Because there is

A house

In New Orleans

They call the rising sun

And it's been

The ruin

Of many a poor boy

And me

Oh God

I'm one