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