Lyrics:

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
She sewed my new blue jeans
My father was a gamblin' man
Down, down in New Orleans
Now the only thing a gambler needs
Is a suitcase and a trunk
And the only time he's really satisfied
Is when he's on a drunk
Oh mother tell your children
Not to do what I have done
To spend your lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising Sun

With one foot on the platform
And the other on the train
I'm goin' 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 of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one