Lyrics:
there is a house in new orleansthey call the rising sunand it's been the ruin of many a poor boyand god i know i'm onemy mother was a tailorshe sewed my new blue jeansmy father was a gambling mandown in new orleansthe only thing a gambler needsis a suitcase and a trunkand the only time he's satisfiedis when he's on a drunkoh mothers, tell your childrendon't do what i have doneand spend your life in sin and miseryin the house of the rising sunthere is a house in new orleansthey call the rising sunand it's been the ruin of many a poor boyand me, oh lord, i'm oneand me, oh lord, i'm one