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 gambling man
Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing he ever 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
With one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I know he's 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
