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
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 it's the ruin of many a poor boy
And God
I know
I'm one
And God
I know
I'm
One
