There is a house in New OrleansThey call the rising sunAnd it's been the ruin of many a boyAnd hell, I'm blue, I'm oneMy mama, she was a hoodlumShe sold my new blue jeansAnd my daddy, he was a gambling manHe came down to New OrleansNow the only thingA gambler needsIs a suitcase and a truckAnd the only time he's satisfiedIs when he's on the truckI got one foot on the platformI got one foot going down on the trainAnd I'm going back to spend my timeGonna wear my ball and chainThere is a house in New Orleans, they call the rising sun.And it's been the run of many, poor boy, and God, I know I'm one.
