There is a house in New OrleansThey call the Risin' SunAnd it's been the ruin of many a poor boyAnd God, I Know I'm a-one
My mother was a tailorShe sewed my new blue jeansMy father was a gambler man,Down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needsIs a suitcase and a trunkAnd the only time he's satisfiedIs when he's on a drunk
He fills his glasses up to the brimAnd he'll pass the cards aroundAnd the only pleasure he gets out of lifeIs ramblin' from town to town
Oh mother tell your childrenNot to do what I have doneSpend their lives in sin and miseryIn the House of Risin' Sun
Well, it's one foot on the platformAnd the other foot on the trainI'm goin' back to New OrleansTo wear that ball and chain
I'm a-goin' back to New OrleansMy race is almost runI'm goin' back to end my lifeDown in the Risin' Sun
There is a house in New OrleansThey call the Risin' SunIt's been the ruin of many poor girlAnd God, I know I'm a-one