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
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's 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
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