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 tailor
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 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
Sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun
I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I m goin back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it s been the ruin of many a poor boy
God, I know
God, I know I m one
God, I know I m one
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 tailor
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 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
Sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun
I got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I m goin back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it s been the ruin of many a poor boy
God, I know
God, I know I m one
God, I know I m one
