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. 



My mother was a tailor, 

sewed my new blue jeans, 

my father was a gambling man, 

down in New Orleans. 



Now the only thing a gambler needs, 

is a suitcase and a gun

and the only time, that he is satisfied, is when 

he's on the run. 



Oh mother, tell your children, 

Not to do what I have done 

Spend your lives in sin and misery, 

In the "House of the Rising Sun" 



Well, I got one foot on the platform, 

The other foot on the train, 

I'm going 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 boy, 

And God, I know, I'm one.