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