There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And Lord 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 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
Live your life in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm going down to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

There is a house in New Orleans
They call it the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And Lord I know I'm one

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And Lord I know I'm one