There is a house in New Orleans They call The Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many other poor boys And god, I know, I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gamblin' man Down in new orleans And the only thing a gambler needs is A suitcase and a trunk And the only time he'll be 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 Well I've got one foot on the platform And the other on the train I am going 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 other poor boys And god, I