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 tailorSewed my new blue jeansMy father was a gamblin' manDown in New OrleansNow the only thing a gambler needsIs a suitcase and trunkAnd the only time that he's satisfiedIs when he's on a drunkOh mother, tell your childrenNot to do what I have doneSpend your lives in sin and miseryIn the House of the Rising SunWell, I've got one foot on the platformThe other foot on the trainI'm going back to New OrleansTo wear that ball and chainWell, there is a house in New OrleansThey call the Rising SunAnd it's been the ruin of many young poor boyAnd God, I know I'm one