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 gambling man Well, down in New Orleans Oh, down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Oh, when he's on a drunk Oh, mother, tell your children Not to do what I had done Spend your life in sin and misery In the house of the Rising Sun Oh, 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 It's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one