There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruin of many poor boy And God, I know, I'm a-one Well, my mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans And my father he was a gambler man We down in New Orleans Oh mother, tell your children Not to do what I have done Not to spend your life in sin and misery In the house of the Rising Sun (Take me away from here) I put one foot on the platform And the other foot on the train And I'm going back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain (Yes, I will!) Well, there is a house in New Orleans That they call the Rising Sun (Yes, they do) And it's been, yes it's been the ruin of many poor boy And God, I know I'm one And God, I know I'm one And It's been, yes it's been the ruin of many poor boy And God I know I'm one Yes, I'm the one