Lyrics:
There is a house in New Orleans, they call the rising sun.And it's been the ruin of many young, poor boys.And God, I know I'm one.My mother was a tailor,she sewed my new blue jeans.My father was a gambling man,down in New Orleans.Now the only thing a gambler needsis a suitcase and a trunk.And the only time he is satisfiedis when he's cold and drunk.Oh, mother, tell your childrennot to do what I have done.Spend your life concealed in miseryin the house of the rising sun.Well I got one foot on the platformthe other foot on the train.I'm going back to New Orleansto wear that ball and chain.There is a house in New Orleansthey call the rising sun.And it's been the ruin of many young, poor boys.And God, I know I'm one.