Lyrics:
There is a house in New Orleans,They call The Rising Sun.And it's been the ruin of manys a poor boy,And God, I know I'm one.My mother was a tailoresShe sewed my new blue jeansAn' my father was a gamblin' manDown in New Orleans.Now the only thing a gambler needsIs a suitcase and a trunk.And the only time that he's satisfiedIs when he's down and drunk.So mothers tell, tell your childrenNot to do what I have doneNot to spend their lives in sin and miseryIn the House of the Rising sun.I've got one foot on the platformAnd another one on the train.I'm going home to New OrleansTo wear that ball and chain.There is a house in New Orleans,They call The Rising Sun.And it's been the ruin of manys a poor boy,And God, I know I'm one.Poor, Poor boy (10x)