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