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 sewed my new blue jeans
my father was a gambling man
down in new orleans
now the only thing a gambler needs
is a suicace and a trunk
and the only tume he's satistied
iswhen he's on a drunk
oh mother tell your children
not to do what i have done
spends your lives in sin and misery
in the house of the rising sun
well i got one foot on the platform
th other foot on the train
i'm going back to new orleans
to wear that balland 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