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 am one My mother was a tailor She sewed these old blue jeans My father was a gambler Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time when he's satisfied Is when he's all a-drunk Sweet young mother, tell your children Not to do the things I have done Go and burn down that house Down in New Orleans The one they call the Rising Sun I've got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train And I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain There is a house down in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I am one