there is a house in new orleans baby

and it's called the rising sun

so it's been the ruin of many poor girls

and lord lord i know i'm one

my mother was a tailor

she sewed my new bluejeans

you know my father was just a gamblin man

way down down in new orleans

and the only thing a gambler needs

is a suitcase and a trunk

and the only time you'll be satisfied

oh is when when he's all drunk

i got one foot on on the platform

and the other is on that train

you known i'm going back back to new orleans baby

i got to wear wear that ball and chain

so mother mother mother tell your children

don't you don't you do what i have done

you've got to spend your life away from that misery

of the house house of the rising sun

there is a house in new orleans

and it's called the rising sun