There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it′s been the ruin of many a poor boys
And me oh lord I'm one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin′ man
way down in New Orleans

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a trump


Oh mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
an Spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun


Well, there‘s one foot on the platform
and the other‘s on that train
I′m goin′ back to New Orleans
to wear that ball and chain


Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boys
And God, I know I′m one