There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin Of many a poor boy Lord I know I'm one My mother was a tailor Sewed my old blue jeans My daddy was a gambling man In a town called New Orleans The only thing a gambler needs Is a suitcase and a trunk And the only time he's satisfied Is when he's on a drunk So mama tell your children Never do what I have done You live your life in pain and misery In the House of the Rising Sun I got one foot on the platform The other foot on the train And I'm going back to New Orleans To wear a ball and chain There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun Yeah, we still got that old house in New Orleans That we all call the Rising Sun Made a mess out of many old poor boys Lord God knows I'm one