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
he's satisfied
is when he's all 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 rising sun
Well 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
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