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 She sewed my new blue jeans And my daddy was a gambling man Way down in New Orleans Hey, now The only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and his trunk, hey yeah And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's all, all drunk Oh mother, oh mother, oh mother Tell your children Not to do what I have done, oh-oh-oh-oh Spend your life in sin and misery In the house of the rising sun Well, I've got one foot on the platform, and And the other on the train Yeah, I'm going 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 a ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one