There is a house in New Orleans,

they call it Rising Sun.

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,

and God, I know I'm one.

My mother was a tailores

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 a trunk.

And the only time he'll be satisfied

is when he's down and drunk.

Oh mother tell your children

not to do what I have done

spend your lives in sin and misery

in the House of the Rising sun.

Well I've got one foot on the platform

the other foot on the train.

I'm going back to New Orleans

to wear that ball and chain.

There is a house in New Orleans,

they call it Rising Sun.

And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy,

and God, I know I'm one.