There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun It's been the ruins of many poor boys And, oh god, I'm one My mother, she's a tailor She sews us new blue jeans My father, he's a gamblin' man Down in New Orleans The only thing a gambler needs A suitcase and a trunk The only time he's ever satisfied Is when he's on a drug I got one foot on the platform Another foot on the train I'm goin' back to New Orleans To wear that ball and chain Mothers, tell your children Don't do as I have done Don't spend your life in sin and misery In the house of the rising sun There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun It's been the ruins of many poor girls And, oh God, I'm one And, oh God, I'm one And, oh God, I'm one