There is a house in New Orleans, a cold and rising sun and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and I, I know I'm one. My mother was a tailor, she used to sew me new blue jeans and my father was a gambling man down in New Orleans. He got the only thing to gamble with, it's just a suitcase and a trunk and the only time he was satisfied was when he was on a drunk. So mother, tell your children not to do what I have done. Steal your life, it's in misery in the house of a rising sun. I got one foot on a platform, I got one foot on a train. I'm going back to New Orleans to wear that ball and chain. There is a house in New Orleans, a cold and rising sun and it's been the ruin of many a poor boy and I, I know I'm one. In God I know I'm one. Thank you.