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 gamblin' man Down in New Orleans ♪ Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's 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 got one foot on the platform The other foot it's on the train I'm goin' back, yeah goin' back to the 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 boy And God, I know I'm one