There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

It′s been the ruin of many a poor boyAnd God, I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor

She sewed my new blue jeans

My father was a gamblin′ man

Way down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and trunk

And the only time he feels satisfied

Is when he's on a drunk

Oh, mothers, tell your children

Not to do what I have done

Spend your lives in sin and misery

In the house of the Rising Sun

I've got one foot on the platform

And the other foot on the train

I′m goin′ right back, on down to New Orleans

To wear that ball and chain

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the Rising Sun

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

And God, I know I′m one

My God, I know I'm one