There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many your poor girl And God, I know, I am one My mother was, was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm 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 a poor girl And God, I know, I am one There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun