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
down in New Orleans
Now the only thing
a gambler needs
is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time
that he's satisfied
is when he's on a truck
Oh mother
tell your children
Not to do what
I have done
Spend your lives
in sin and misery
in the house
of the "Rising Sun"
Well I've one foot
on the platform
the other foot on the train
And I'm going back
to New Orleans
to wear that
ball and chain
Well 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