There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising Sun
And It's been the ruin of many poor boys
And God, I know, I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling man
Down in New Orleans
And the only things a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he is satisfied
Is when he's all a-drunk
So mothers, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your life in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun
I've got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear the ball and chain
There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the Rising Sun
And It's been the ruin of many poor boys
And God, I know, I'm one