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
And my daddy was a gamblin' man
down in New Orleans

The only thing a gambler needs
is a suitcase and this trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
is when he's on the run

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, I got one foot on the platform
and got the other on the train
And I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

'Cause 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