There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And its been the ruins Of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one. My mother was a tailor Yeah She sewed my new blue jeans My father who was gamblin Man Down in New Orleans. Now the only thing a gambler Needs is his suitcase And his trunk And the only time he's Satisfied is when he's on a Drunk Oh mother tell your children Not to do what I've done And spend your life in sins And misery In the house of the Rising Sun Well I've got my foot on the platform Yeah And the other foot on the train Yeah 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 its been the ruin of many A poor boy And God I know I'm One End