There is a house, in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
Its been the ruins of many poor boys
And oh god, im one

My mother, shes a tailor
She sews us new blue jeans
My father, hes a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

The only thing a gambler needs
A suitcase and a trunk
The only time hes ever satisfied
Is when hes on a drug

I got one foot on the platform
Another foot on the train
Im goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball & chain

Mothers, tell your children
Dont do as i have done
Dont spend your life in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
Its been the ruins of many poor girls
And oh god im one
And oh god im one
And oh god im one