There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many poor boys By God I know I'm one Yes my mother, she was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans And my father, he was a gamblin' man yes he was Down in New Orleans Now the only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only thing that'll keep him satisfied Is when he's on a drunk Oh mother, please tell your children Not to do what I have done Just your life in pain and misery In the House of the Rising Sun Well, I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear my ball and chain Yes, there is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many poor boys By God I know I'm one