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
Well my mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
And my father he was a gambling man
Way down in New Orleans
Oh Mother, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
That's to spend your life in sin and misery
In the house of the rising sun
Take me away from here
Well I got one foot on that platform
And the other foot on the train
And I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain
Yes I am
Oh there is a house in New Orleans
That they call the rising sun (yes they do)
And it's been (yes it's been) a ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
And God I know I'm one
And it's been (yes it's been) a ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one
Yes I know I am