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

Now the only things a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a truck
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's all a-drunk

I've got one foot on the platform
And the other foot on the train
Yes, I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

So mothers, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your life in living 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

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

In the house of the rising sun
In the house of the rising sun
In the house of the rising sun