There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy God, I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gambler Way down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambling man needs Is a suitcase and a load and a truck And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on the drum Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your life in sin and misery In a 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 My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gambler