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 gamblin' man
   Down in New Orleans
  
   Now the only thing a gambler needs
   Is a suitcase and a trunk
   And the only time he'll be satisfied
   Is when he's all a-drunk
  
   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've 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