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, he knows I'm one My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans My sweetheart she, was a gambler, lord Down in New Orleans Oh mother tell my baby sister Never do what I have done Spend your lives in sin and misery In the house of the rising sun Got one foot on the platform The other foot's on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To sleep where I was raised