There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin of many poor boys
And God I know, I'm one

My mother was a tailor
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gambling 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 all a drunk

Oh mother, tell your children
not to do were I have done
spend your life, sincerely misery
in the house of rising sun

One foot on the platform
The other on the train
I'm going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
And it's been the ruin for many poor boys
And God I know, I'm one