There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy Dear God, I know I was one My mother, she was a tailor She sewed these new blue jeans And my father was a gamblin' man Way down in New Orleans And the only thing a gambler needs Is 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 Don't spend your lives in sin and misery In the House of the Rising Sun I got one foot on that platform And another on that train And I'm 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 Dear God, I know I was one Dear God, I know I was the one