There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor girl
And God I know I'm one

My father was a tailor
He sewed my new blue jeans
My mother was a gamblin' woman
Down in New Orleans

And the only thing a gambler needs
It's a suitcase and trunk
And the only time she's satisfied
Is when she's all drunk

Got one foot on the platform
The other is on the train
I'm goin' back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Now mother tell my sisters
Always do what I have done
Spend your lives in sin and poetry
In the House of the Rising Sun

there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the glory of many rich girl
And God I know I'm one