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 gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk.
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk.
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done,
To spend your life in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun.
Well, I got one foot on the platform,
The other foot on the train.
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.
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.