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 And my father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans ♪ Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and trunk And the only time he'll be satisfied Is when he is 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 a ruin of many a poor boy And God, I know I'm one ♪ Well, I've got one foot on the platform And the other foot on the train And I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain