Lyrics:
There is a house in New Orleansthey call it Rising Sun.And it's been the ruin of many a poor boyand GodI know I'm one.My mother was a tailorsewed my new blue jeansmy father was a gamblin' mandown in New Orleans.Now the only thing a gambler needsis a suitcase and a trunk.And the only time he'll be satisfiedis when he's all adrunk.Oh ! mother tell your childrennot to do what I have donespend your lives in sin and miseryin the House of the Rising sun.Well I've 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 it Rising Sun.And it's been the ruin of many a poor boyand GodI know I'm one.