He lives a house in New OrleansThey call the rising sunAnd it's been the ruin of many a poor boyAnd God, I know I'm oneWell, my motherWas a tailorShe sewed my new blue jeansAnd my fatherHe was a gambling manWay down in New OrleansOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohOh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohTell your childrenNot to do what I have doneThat's to spend your lifeIn sin and miseryIn the house of the rising sunTake me away from hereTo New OrleansTo New OrleansI've got one foot on that platformAnd the other foot on the groundOn the trainAnd I'm going backTo New OrleansTo where that morning came fromYes, I amTo New OrleansTo New OrleansTo New OrleansTo New OrleansTo New OrleansTo New OrleansTo New OrleansTo New OrleansTo New OrleansTo New OrleansTo New OrleansTo New OrleansGo deep in New OrleansOh, there is a house in New OrleansThat they call the last in sightYes, the newAnd it's made, yes, it's made for ruinOf many a poor boyAnd GodAnd I'm oneAnd I'm still oneOh, there is a house in New OrleansThat they call the rising sunAnd it's been the ruin of many a poor boyAnd God, I know I'm oneWell, my mother was a tailorShe sewed my new blue jeansAnd my father, he was a great tailorA gambling manWay down in New OrleansOh, it's made, yes, it's made for ruinOf many a poor boyAnd God, I know I'm oneYes, I know I'm oneYeahI know I'm one