There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans

The only thing that a gambler needs
Is a suitcase in a trunk
The only time when he is satisfied
Is when he's on a 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

I've got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin' back home to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

And I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Amazing grace! How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me!
And I once was lost, but now, now I'm found
Was blind, but now I see

Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come
'Tis grace that brought me safe thus far
And grace will lead me home
And grace will lead me home

There is a house down in New Orleans
Amazing grace! How sweet the sound

They call the Rising Sun
That saved a wretch like me!

It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And I once was lost, but now, now I'm found

And God, I know I'm one
Was blind, but now I see
And God, I know I'm one
Was blind, but now I see