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 mother was a taylor
She sewed my new blue-jeans
My father was a gamblin' men
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
It's a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's 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

Well, I got a foot in the platform
The other foot on the train
I'm goin black 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