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
She sewed my new blue jeans
And my father
Was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans
Oh mother tell your children
Your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives
In sin and misery
Misery
In the house of the rising sun
Oh I've got one foot
On the platform
And the other foot
On the train
I am goin' back
To New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
In the house of the rising sun
