There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And me oh God was one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
And my father was a gambling man
Way down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time that he’ll be satisfied
Is when he’s all a drunk

Now 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
And the other foot on the train
And I’m going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Oh there is a house in New Orleans…