There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And its been the ruin of many a poor boy
And god I know Im on-e
My mother was a tailor She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin man
Down in new orleans
Now the on-ly thing a gambler
needs is a suitcase and a trunk
And the on-ly time hell be satisfied
Is when hes all a drunk
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
spend your lives in sin and misery
in th house of the Rising sun
Well ive got on-e foot on the platform
The orthe foot on the train Im 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 its been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know Im on-e........
