THERE IS
A HOUSE
IN NEW ORLEANS
THEY CALL
THE RISIN' 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 GAMBLIN' MAN
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 MOTHER
TELL YOUR CHILDREN
NOT TO DO
WHAT I HAVE DONE
SPEND YOUR LIVES
IN SIN AND MISERY
IN THE HOUSE
OF THE RISIN' SUN
WELL I GOT
ONE FOOT ON
THE PLATFORM
THE OTHER FOOT ON
THE TRAIN
I'M GOIN' BACK
TO NEW ORLEANS
TO WEAR THAT
BALL AND CHAIN
WELL THERE IS A HOUSE
IN NEW ORLEANS
THEY CALL
THE RISIN' SUN
AND IT'S BEEN
THE RUIN
OF MANY A POOR BOY
AND GOD
I KNOW
I'M ONE