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 bluejeans
My father was a gamblin` man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and 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
Spend your lives 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 goin` 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