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 new blue jeans
My daddy was a gamblin' man
Way down in New Orleans.

You know that all a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk,
And the only time that he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk.

So mothers tell your children
Not to do what I have done.
To spend your life in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

I've got one foot on the platform,
And the other foot on the train,
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear the 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.

Yes, it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one.