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 feels satisfied
Is when he's all a-drunk
So mothers, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun
I've got one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
I'm going right back on down 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
And It's been the ruin of many poor boys
And God, I know, I'm one