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 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 on a drug 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, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And its been the ruin of many a-poor boys And God, I know, I'm one Well, I've got one foot on the platform And the other foot on the train And I'm going back to New Orleans To wear my ball and chain