There is a house
in New Orleans
They call the
rising sun
And it's been the ruin
of many a poor boy
And Go I know I'm one
My mother was a tailor
She 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'll be satisfied
Is when he's all
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've 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
Well 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 ~