Lyrics:

There is a house in New Orleans,
They call the rising sun.
And its been the ruin of many a poor Boy,
And God I know Im one.

My mother was a tailor,
Sewed my new blue jeans.
My father was a gamblin man.
Down in New Orleans.
Now the only thing a gambler needs is
A suitcase and a trunk.
And the only time hell be satisfied
Is when hes on a drunk.

Oh 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.

Well Ive got one foot on the platform
The other foot on the train
Im going back to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain

Well there is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And its been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God, I know, Im one