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 Sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans Now the only thing that a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he'll be satisfied Is when he's all 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, 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