There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

It's been the ruin of many poor boys

And God I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor

She sewed my old blue jeans

My father was a foolish man

Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing the foolish needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

Now the only time he's satisfied

Is when he's on the run

Hey heey eeey

Oh Mother, tell your children

To do as I say, not as I've done

Spending your life in misery and sin

In the house of the rising sun

Now I'm running to the station

Got my two feet on this train

But I know I'll wake where it's begun

To live my life

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

It's been the ruin of many poor boys

And God I know I'm one