There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I was one My mother was a tailor Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Way Down in New Orleans 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 Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now am found, Was blind, but now I see. Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, That saved a wretch like me. I once was lost but now am found, Was blind, but now I see.