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 She sew my new blue jeans And my father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans And the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time that he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Oh, mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your life sincere in misery In the house of the Rising Sun I got one foot on the platform And the other on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear the 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
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 She sew my new blue jeans And my father was a gambling man Down in New Orleans And the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time that he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Oh, mother tell your children Not to do what I have done Spend your life sincere in misery In the house of the Rising Sun I got one foot on the platform And the other on the train I'm going back to New Orleans To wear the 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
