There is a house in New Orleans,
They call The Rising Sun.
And its been the ruin of manys a poor boy,
And God, I know Im one.
My mother was a tailores
She sewed my new blue jeans
An 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 that hes satisfied
Is when hes down and drunk.
So mothers tell, tell your children
Not to do what I have done
Not to spend their lives in sin and misery
In the House of the Rising sun.
Ive got one foot on the platform
And another one on the train.
Im going home to New Orleans
To wear that ball and chain.
There is a house in New Orleans,
They call The Rising Sun.
And its been the ruin of manys a poor boy,
And God, I know Im one.
Poor, poor boy
Poor, poor boy
Poor, poor boy
Poor, poor boy
Poor, poor boy
Poor, poor boy
Poor, poor boy
Poor, poor boy
Poor, poor boy
Poor, poor boy