There is a house in new orleans
They call the Rising Sun
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 old bluejeans
My father was a foolish man
Down in New Orleans

Now the only thing the foolish need
Is a suitcase and the trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on the run

Hey hey hey hey hey

Oh mother, tell your children
To do as I say, not as I've done
Spending your life in misery and sin
In the House of the Rising Sun

Now I'm running to the station
Got my two feet on this train
But I know I'II wake where its begun
To live my life

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one