There is a house in New OrleansThey call the Rising SunAnd it's been the ruin of many a poor boyAnd God, I know I'm one
My mother was a tailorShe sewed my new blue jeansMy father was a gamblin' manDown in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needsIs a suitcase and a trunkAnd the only time he'll be satisfiedIs when he's on a trump
Oh, mother, tell your childrenNot to do what I have doneSpend your lives in sin and miseryIn the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platformThe other foot on the trainI'm goin' back to New OrleansTo wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New OrleansThey call the Rising SunAnd it's been the ruin of many a poor boyAnd God, I know I'm one