Lyrics:

There is a house in Sin City,
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
She sewed my new bluejeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down in Sin City

Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and trunk
And the only time he's satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk

Well, I got one foot on the platform
The others on the train
I'm goin' back to Sin City
To wear that ball and chain

Well 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
In the House of the Rising Sun

Well, there is a house in Sin City
They call the Rising Sun
And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know I'm one.