There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor gal
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
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh mother, you go and tell your children
Tell em'
Not to do, not to do what I have done
You can spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun
Well, I got one foot on the platform
The other on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear
To wear that ball and chain
Ooo yeah
Ooo yeah
Well, there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor young gal
In the house of the rising sun
Yeah yeaah yeah
There is a house
There is a house
There is a house yeayh
Down in New Orleans
You can spend your life in pain and misery
In the house of the rising sun
Oooooh