there is a house in new orleans; they call the 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 sowed my new blue jeans
my father was a gambling man; down in new orleans
now the only thing a gambler needs; is a suit case and a trunk
and the only time he will be satisfied is when he's all drunk
oh mothers tell your children not to do what i have done
spend your life in sin and misery in the house of the rising sun
i 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
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