There is a house
in New Orleans
Down in
the Vieux Carrâe
A house they call
the Rising Sun
Where love
and money are made
My father
he was a gambler
Mother died
when I was young
And Iâve worked since then
to pleasure the men
At the house
of the Rising Sun
There is a house
in New Orleans
They call
the Rising Sun
Itâs been the ruin
of many a good girl
And oh God
You know Iâm one
So mothers you go
tellinâ all your daughters
Not to do
what I have done
To live a life of sin
and shame and strife
In the house
of the Rising Sun
There is a house
down in New Orleans
They call
the Rising Sun
Itâs been the ruin
of many a good girl
And oh God
You know Iâm one
Oh God
You know Iâm one
Oh God
You know Iâm one
