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 tailorest
She sewed my new bluejeans
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 that he's satisfied
Is when he's down and drunk

So mothers tell, tell your children
Not to do what I have done ...aahoooo
Not to spend there lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

I got one foot on the platform
And another on the train
I'm goin' now 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