There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
In God I know I'm one

My father 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 a rug
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a truck

Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Spend your life sincere in misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well with one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
I goin' back 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
In God I know I'm one