There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
That'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 father was a gamblin' man
Down in New Orleans
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 drunk
Oh mothers, tell your children
Don't do what I have done
And spend your lives in sin and misery
In the house of the Rising Sun
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And me, oh Lord, I'm one
And me, oh Lord, I'm one