Lyrics:

THERE IS A HOUSE IN NEW ORLEANS,
THEY CALL THE RISING SUN,
AND IT'S BEEN THE RUIN OF MANY YOUNG POOR BOY,
AND GOD I KNOW I'M ONE.

MY MOTHER WAS A TAILOR,
SHE SEWED MY NEW BLUEJEANS,
MY FATHER WAS A GAMBLIN MAN,
DOWN IN NEW ORLEANS.

NOW THE ONLY THING A GAMBLER NEEDS,
IS A SUITCASE AND TRUNK,
AND THE ONLY TIME HE'S SATISFIED,
IS WHEN HE'S ON A DRUNK.

OH MOTHER TELL YOUR CHILDREN,
NOT TO DO WHAT I HAVE DONE:
TO SPEND YOUR LIFES IN SIN AND MISERY,
IN THE HOUSE OF THE RISING SUN.

WELL I GOT ONE FOOT ON THE PLATFORM,
THE OTHER FOOT ON THE TRAIN,
I'M 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 IT'S BEEN THE RUIN OF MANY YOUNG POOR BOY,
AND GOD I KNOW I'M ONE.