There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
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 suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he'll be satisfied is when he's on a drum
Oh, mother tell your children not to do what I have done
Don't spend your life 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 girl
And God, I know I'm one