There is a house in new Orleans
They call the rising sun
And its been the ruin of many poor boy
And god I know I'm one
Verse
My mother was a tailor
Sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling men
Down in new Orleans
Now the only things a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he is satisfied
Is when he is all drunk
-Organ solo-
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your life in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun
Well i got one foot on the platform
The another one in the train
I'm going back to new Orleans
to wear that ball and chain
Well there is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And its been the ruin of many poor boy
And god I know I'm one